Not alone

Andrew put his hands over his face, breathing softly into them as his memories began flooding back into him. He heard a twisted laugh by a demented italian, the one whom he had shot when he still had the Siren. It was almost pertifiyng since that was back at the battle of Grimmauld Place. He hadn't been so scared in his entire life. He heard Chase try to talk to him, but could only hear a sort of muffled sound. He was stuck in the past and he didn't even know it. He sighed softly, realizing what she had said.

"Yeah it was another nightmare," he replied softly, his face still pale white "I just can't get this out of my head. It has been worse since...that night." He put his arms around her, hugging her close onto him, he still could hear the deranged italian screaming...it chilled his veins. He hugged her harder, almost as if he were trying to press his feelings out. And to a point, it felt like it did. "Don't worry about me," he told her softly, stroking her red hair with his hand gently "I will get over it at some point...please don't worry"