Soft sounds of breathing fill the silence of the room, occasionally broken by the quiet sniffle coming from him or the rustling of the sheets when he adjusts himself on your chest, his ear focused on nothing but the slow and steady beating of your heart to ground him.

His eyes were red and puffy, face dry and tight since a few tears escaped your fingerrs when you wiped at his cheeks, the Raccoon City incident engrained in his mind with nightmares he cannot unsee though it hasn’t fully sunk in yet.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” He murmurs quietly, tearing up again at his own voice in such a vulnerable matter, making him bury his face into your chest to hide himself from you as if you hadn’t seen him like this before. “I had nowhere to go.”