Aerith's POV:
"When?" I asked in surprise.
"When what, Aerith?" He groaned.
" When did you get so exhausted? Since when have you been this troubled? You never told me anything. You must be stressed out for days now and I'm just getting to find out."
"We spend a lot of time together and even sleep in the same room but you've not looked this worse in days or I'd have noticed it. It's as if you got stressed out over just one night. So when did this start?"
He released a sigh.
"I admit that I haven't been sleeping well. I can't sleep when I'm troubled. It was the same with the itch too.
The sleep won't just come. I'd just toss and turn till I get tired of repeating the same thing.
" So most of the nights I spend them here in the office trying to figure out something instead of tos
