You wake silently at half past two from a nightmare you can't quite remember, but PJ!batch has an important bit of filming in the morning so you take extra care not to wake him as you slip from the bed. You just stand in the dark sitting room for a long moment, but in the end decide on tea, and after it's made you're so intent on watching the steam rising from it, you don't even notice when he slips behind you on the sofa in his favorite checkered pyjamas. You shake your head, tell him it's fine and try to shoo him back to bed, but even though he's bleary eyed and his hair is all askew he just wrapped arms around you and hums a little lullaby absentmindedly against your ear til the remnants of the dream fade and still humming he kisses your temple as you drop off to sleep. It's only when you wake curled against him in bed a few hours later that you realize he's carried you back to bed.