Henry

You're laying by yourself, tossing and turning. Your room is silent while you stare at the roof. Suddenly the door peeps open and a figure slips through.

Henry.

Henry is your brother's best friend, also your enemy and a massive drug addict. You don't get along unless he's supposed to be sleeping.
He has insomnia, nightmares and often hallucinations due to his various problems and can only fall asleep next to you (or when he's high out of his mind, but nobody wants to see him like that).

This morning you both got into an argument during which he said he doesn't need to sleep next to you, but you soon feel the bed dip and his ever-shaking arms wrap around you.

"I thought you could sleep without me." You whispered in a slightly mocking tone.

"Please just shut up." He said, snuggling closer and burying his face in your shoulder right after.