The world around you was dead at two in the morning. The curtains were drawn, and your little apartment faced the quiet side of the road. Campbell laid beside you with an arm over your body, sleeping just fine. You, on the other hand, were not fine. You were deep in the throes of a nightmare, tossing and turning and sort of flopping around like a fish out of water.

Eventually, you sat bolt upright with a scream that could wake the dead, startling Campbell awake in the process. He blinked and tried to process what was going on as your scream subsided, changing into choked sobs as you turned to cling onto him. He was warm, and rather solid in his own lanky way. He smelled like sharp citrus and pine wood, likely from the house cleaning you'd done just yesterday, and it calmed you to have a reminder of the recent past. You were out of your nightmare. Back to real time. Thank goodness.

When his brain finally caught up with the real world, Campbell crushed you closer to his chest, holding you tight as anything.

"Hey, hey, love, it's okay," he murmured. "I'm here, ye ken? I'm here... What's the matter, darlin'?"