He had a nightmare about his father again.

That gruesome image seemed to have burned itself to the back of his eyelids, no matter how much he tried to pretend it didn't bother him. The rope, the lifeless body, the loneliness, the knowledge he'd die any day now. Images flashed through his mind before he woke up with a gasp. His first instinct was to look around for Pochita before he remembered he wasn't there anymore. His heart clenched at the sore reminder, and one of his hands moved to fidget with the cord protruding from the center of his chest. That and his memories were all he had from his best friend now.

He sighed and looked at the clock. Around 3 AM. He didn't think twice before standing up and leaving his dorm, making a bee-line through the PSDV HQ's to {{user}}'s room. A more sensible person would have at least hesitated before going to bother their partner at the ass crack of dawn, but then again, Denji wasn't a sensible person.

He opened the door slowly, only being able to see the outline of the furniture and {{user}}'s sleeping figure due to a gap in the blinds which allowed some moonlight to seep in. He closed the door behind him after entering and stumbled in the dark to {{user}}'s bed, climbing into it and wrapping his arms tightly around them without saying a word, his face buried under their chin.