He sighs, slowly, heavily. Breathe - focus. "I'm sorry. I know. I know - I just hoped waking up would be easier. You know?"

Less nightmares. Fewer horrors. They're not so lucky, apparently.

Then, silence. The tension creeps back into his body, hands curling again, while he fights the urge to roll over. Away. Avoid this. He said he'd work on it. He said he'd try.

"... Yeah," he manages, through set jaw. "There is."