Re: Sunday night
L.L. looked at him sympathetically. Nightmares were horrible things. She didn't have them often, not anymore, but there was a time that bad dreams haunted her sleep. Trauma did that to you. Bucky had so much - several lifetimes worth - it was no surprise that he experienced them.
She moved further up onto the bed so that she was sitting at his side and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. "I'm sorry... is there anything I can do?" She couldn't stop nightmares, but there had to be some way she could help him.