(Your POV)
The first thing I notice when I walk in to Sean's apartment is not the apartment itself, but rather, the way he tenses up as he walks through the door, me following behind.
The second thing I notice is my surroundings.
I see rotten lettuce and Monster energy drink cans on the table to my left; empty instant noodle cups strewn across the floor.
One of the cushions on the couch is torn up, and the wallpaper is torn in a corner of the room.
Looks like he's been having a bad time.
I turn and face Sean, and only now that we've arrived, do I notice the large dark circles under his eyes that almost match the bruises on his arms. How often does this man sleep?
I go ahead and ask. "Hey, Sean? When's the last time you slept?"
He looks at me. "I haven't slept in eight days."
"Why?"
"The nightmares." Valid reason.
"Okay, I understand, but one can't survive off of energy drinks. You need to actually sleep to stay alive."
"You don't think I know that?" he asks, softly. "I don't want to survive." I feel my eyes filling up with tears.
"Come on," I say, attempting to blink them away. I grab his hand and head towards what must be the master bedroom. He tries to pull away from me, realizing what I'm doing.
"No, let me go! I don't want to!"
"It's not gonna hurt you." I feel like I've been in this situation before...
"How would you know?" he asks.
"...because I'll be next to you while you sleep, okay?" He stares at me, incredulous.
"You're not going to leave me?" That stung, the suspicion that I'd leave him during his time of distress, like he thinks I will.
"Of course not, I'll be right here," I said, pointing to one side of the bed.
He looks down and just says, "Thank you," and gets settled. I suppose he doesn't argue much, maybe because he learned from that guy that arguing is pointless with him. It must be a habit, quickly agreeing, when told to do something. I almost feel bad about that, but he does need to rest. I sit next to him, and lay my purse next to me.
After a couple of minutes go by, he speaks. "Um, hey, (Y/n)? T-this is kind of childish, but... would you mind singing to help me fall asleep?" I shake my head.
"No, not at all. What should I sing?"
"Anything, I guess. Just no Justin Bieber."
"Gotcha."
M'kay, got it.
"Deep in the meadow, under the willow,
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.
Lay down your head, and close your eyes,
And when they open, the sun will rise.
Here, it's safe, and here, it's warm.
Here the daisies guard you from every harm.
Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true.
Here is the place where I love you."
And on that note, he falls asleep.
I pull my phone out of my purse, and go to the YouTube app. JackSepticEye, right? Okay, got it. Holy... what do I watch? Maybe the playlist tab'll help. Nope. Undertale, reading comments, Happy Wheels? Dafuq is that? Ehh, let's try Super Mario Maker.
~Time skip to a few hours later~
I look over to Sean, laying on his side. I've been trying my best not to laugh out loud, because he looks peaceful sleeping there. How did he give this up? He has a fantastic sense of humor, who knew? And the comments, oh my god, the comments are the nicest I've ever seen on YouTube. They want to know what happened and where he is. Should I tell them? No, they'll just dismiss it as crazy or it'll get lost in the amount of comments. No point.
Shit. Great timing there, body.
(A/n- Let it be known, the lettuce was my best friends decision)
