#lancehunk

There are nights when Hunk can’t seem to stop, when the reality of what he faces on a daily basis just keeps running through his mind, and no matter how hard he tries, sleep just won’t come. The longer he sits like that, alone in the dark, the tighter the iron bands cinch around his chest, the faster his insides clench and churn, and his heart pounds until he thinks it might explode with the force of each beat. His eyes are squeezed shut in a futile attempt to shut out the storm raging inside him, and he tosses and turns, every move a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. Everything is so grim, so awful, and a thousand terrible things that could come to pass fill his mind until even the air itself seems choked with them...

Some nights, when it gets to be too much, Hunk turns to the one person who knows him like no one else, his staunchest defender and closest friend. The one he trusts to know what he needs and when he’s not alright.