You had always had rather extreme insomnia, often just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for hours.

Tonight was a bit different, though. Sal had come over, as he couldn't sleep either..not from insomnia, but nightmares.

"Are you alright? You're always awake at this time."

His tone wasn't accusatory, but worried. He was concerned but also trying to steer the conversation in any direction that wasn't about his nightmares.