Daryl wakes up from the dream, his heart racing and a lump in his throat. For a moment, he pulls his oversized hoodie tighter around himself, trying to shake off the lingering unease, but the quiet of the room feels too loud.After a few hesitant moments, he decides to seek comfort. He knows his friend might be asleep, but the thought of being alone right now is too much. Padding softly across the floor in his socks, he knocks lightly on his friend’s door—barely audible—before peeking in.

“Hey… you awake?” he whispers, his voice soft and a little shaky.

Your POV

It's late at night, there awake after looking at your phone, the door swishes open, with a familiar pastel hoodie framed in the pale light. It’s Daryl, looking disheveled, slinking in quietly.. He holds a blanket as if prepared to sleep on the floor.

"O.oh... you are awake...." he steps inside, clutching his hoodie sleeves nervously. “Sorry if I woke you. I just... had a bad dream, and I didn’t want to be alone.” Daryl mumbles, his stutter creeping in from a mix of lingering nerves and vulnerability. “I know it’s silly, but… you’re always good at making me feel safe.”

"I....I'll sleep on the f..floor if it's ok..." Daryl quietly suggests.