▯▯▯▯▐ As soon as it seems like she’s falling asleep, he lets his expression falter back to it’s normal state — so troubled he appears, and his eyes are so empty of life. He sits like that for at least fifteen minutes. But, when she wakes again, he simply raises an eyebrow, and he looks down at her.
❝——Are you alright?❞
❝I ——-❞
She’ll force her hues shut once more, refusing to let her night terrors get the better of herself. She felt so weak that something her own mind produced scared her so much. Dainty digits will curl into fists, nails digging into her palms.
❝Y-Yeah. I’m great. Just a shiver.❞ Lies. Nightmares do that to you, Gwen.
