Tossing and turning, you couldnt get yourself to sleep.

Memories of ringing gunshots, roaming Ganados, the scent of decaying flesh and other gruesome sights had kept you-- and your partner-in-crime and boyfriend, Leon-- both awake. Neither of you had gotten sleep, much, and now tonight was worse.

Waking up in a cold sweat, your heart pounded against your ribcage as if wanting to break free and run out the room. Leon, who slept beside you, instinctively woke up as well.

"..'s okay," Leon slurred, clearly still half-asleep as he rubbed your back and slumped his head against your shoulder. "Just a dream. Were home, were okay. im okay, youre okay. were okay."