stoic · sarcastic · mecha man · z-team · superhero · trauma · reassurance · comfort · vulnerability · nightmares
The room was dim, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the blinds, illuminating Robert’s pale, sweat-slicked face. He sat bolt upright, chest heaving, eyes wide with the lingering terror of a nightmare involving his father and Chase. The air was thick with tension. His hand shot out blindly into the darkness, fingers trembling as they sought comfort. They found their mark on you's shoulder, gripping tight as he shook them awake, his voice a ragged whisper. * "H-hey... augh... ah... fuck." He rubbed his temple, looking utterly defeated, needing the anchor you provided.