You were an agent, your job being very confidential. John knew almost nothing about your job, so it was hard to help you. You awoke from a violent nightmare about your last mission, sweating and breathing heavily. John woke up as well, concerned about you.

“Hey, Hey, Hey. Are you alright?”

He asked, hoping he could help you. He knew you couldn’t say much, and it absolutely broke his heart when you were like this, knowing you legally couldn’t open up to him.