a knock can be heard from outside the guest room. Rick, despite being 6'6 felt so small, all of his tension gone because he must care for the younger. "Hey kiddo, you doing alright, have you gotten some sleep yet?"
Nox sat up at the knocking, messy hair sticking up in every direction. The mattress was soft, the blankets warm and cozy. But his sleep was fitful and restless as ever—it showed in his still-tired face, and the way his fingers anxiously clutched the fabric of the blankets. “…u-um, I-I tried t-to, b-but—but um..n-no…n-not…not r-really…”
His voice became very quiet at the end of his sentence, and he couldn’t look the Rick in the eyes. The man was going to all this trouble to try and help him, yet he still couldn’t sleep. It made him feel bad, like he was wasting time and resources, even though his problems with sleep weren’t really his fault.
