@bloomrise, [ chin comes to rest upon kneecaps, lithe arms encircling his legs as he uses it for pressure for comfort on a sleepless night. sending another presence join him beside the open window, the rain pouring down with faint thunder reminding him of battle. warm brown eyes, long dark hair — a look that he shared, the haunting of memories. the past that visited in their own soundless sleep. luke knew it all too well. ] you are not /very/ convincing. [ luke decidedly extends his arm outward so that he can lightly grab their forearm, the gesture meant for reassurance. calloused digits drawing circles into their skin absentmindedly. ] you can talk to me. i have them too, nightmares.