Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"Do you want to attempt to spend the night in this twin bed with a dom who talks in her sleep, or do you want to shapeshift and get dressed and go home for the night? It's late."
"Random words," she shrugs. "Drives Alex nuts when I'm home, we share a room - and I think I mentioned he's a light sleeper?"
"I sleep just fine, but I have never actually tried to do it literally cuddled up to somebody before so it's possible I'd have to kick you out at two a.m. or something."
He chews on his lip a little then says, "Maybe better not, not because of cuddles but. Because of. Um. Nightmares."
"...Oh." Pet pet. "Okay. ...I think Student Health has a psion who can handle that kind of thing in on Saturdays if they're really bad."
Sadde leans into the petting and sighs. "I have... complicated feelings about them," he confesses.
He sighs again and snuggles up. "It's stupid but it feels like if I make the nightmares—go away, then they're not, um, then I'm taking the easy way out or something."
He leans against her. "This is stupid. I'm being silly. I should just—get rid of it."
"You'd sleep better," she says. "But I'm not going to tell you there's such a thing as not a good enough reason to not let a psion muck around in your head."
Sigh. "I'd feel much more comfortable if it were you doing this, but that'll take a long time, aaaand sleeping with you is something I'd like to do before several years have gone by. There should be a way to check if the only thing that changed was—that. Isn't there, like, medication for it? That'd be better than magic."