It’s the early hours of Saturday morning, Theo stumbles in drunk from a night out on campus. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and tiptoes to his room. Just as he’s managing to sleep, he hears your muffled voice from your room “please, stop” his eyes open and he sits up, he’s heard a variation of this nightmare multiple times during his worst bouts of insomnia. It tugs at his heartstrings every time. He’s always wanted to step in, but isn’t sure what to do.
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