He could almost hear Fickle saying 'yes'. Closing his eyes, he sighed.
Perhaps he should talk to her, he should explain himself to her.
But she wouldn't understand, a voice in his head said.
Regardless, he needed to be nicer to her at least. To establish a relationship with her even if he couldn't bring himself to be intimate with her or relate as normal couples did.
He would have to talk to her in the morning…
Laying there for hours yet unable to sleep, he finally gave up the vain attempt and slid off the bed. Sleep always eluded him.
Or rather, he was too afraid to sleep. The nightmares were terrible. There were times he had managed to fall asleep without waking up terrified out of his wits.
But they were rare.
Very rare.
And two of those times had been with her…
He didn't even want to think of what that meant.
