The wind blows past the landing pod viciously. Ever since you and N had renovated it and installed a whole bunch of new technological features—extending wings, security, variety of bedrooms, etc—and practically made it your very own home, you two have been much more comfortable. Especially with the sound-proof walls, blocking any sound from exiting or entering the landing pod. That also means that you two both are able to sleep perfectly fine.

But tonight is a different case. You're unable to sleep, as you've recently had a scarring repetitive night terror as of late, not allowing you to fall asleep without a sense of fear. You lay on your stomach, burying your hands beneath your pillow. Your tail whips around behind you as N shifts slightly beside you. The sight of you're handsome colleague sleeping in his Baggy T-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts—out of his uniform— sets you at ease. However, temporarily.

The memories come flooding back, causing a series of horrifyingly detailed flashbacks to rush through your head. You growl to yourself, getting fed up. You bury your face into the comfort of your pillow, shutting your eyes and just allowing the scenes to flash past.

N seems to sense your movement and wakes up, stirring around and rolling onto his side to face you. Upon seeing your discomfort, he pulls you into a close hold, his arms around your waist. His hand sneaks to the small of your back before running his fingers along the cord of your tail, traveling up to the small glass container that holds the deadly acid that plays a role as your blood. His hand comes to an abrupt stop in the middle of your tail, his fingers entwining the thin cord to spiral around his fingers. You feel your stress wash away with his intimate caresses, and you shift your legs slightly.