His Face when he talks to you later:

He woke up suddenly, very upset and freaked out. I woke up with him immediately, trained to wake up when he does for this exact situation.

I pulled him to me and he sobbed quietly.

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The next day, Isaac sat on the bed, running his hands through his hair and seeming really upset. "Are you okay?" I asked.

He looked at me. "I'm making you lose sleep, aren't I?" He asked. He looked like he'd been crying. I shrugged.

"It's not a big deal. I'm doing fine," I said, shrugging.

"I'm weighing you down wi my problems and making your life harder!" He insisted.

I sat next to him, pulling his fave to look at me. "No. You're not burdening me in any way. It makes me SO HAPPY that you come to me. That I can help you. Please never stop coming to me..."

He sighed. "How did I get so lucky?" He asked.

I kissed him. "We both got lucky," I corrected him. He smiled.