He helplessly dialed your number. He couldn't sleep. Again. Sleepless nights weren't uncommon for him, but this time he was on the brink of a panic attack, chewing on his bottom lip to not burst out crying. He had been working late again and he didn't wanna wake you up to ask if he could come over. You knew you helped with his insomnia somehow.

Finally, you picked up, and he let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry, baby, I just-" He stammered, trying to keep himself together.