Michael was surprised, albeit pleasantly so, when Theo insisted that he stayed in the bed beside him. Settling deeper into the cushioned bed, he remained on his back with his arms draped over his stomach; absently staring at the ceiling. “It’s okay. I can’t remember what they were about...so I guess that counts for something.”<br/><br/>Silence fell between them. Assuming it was still bed time, and that Theo was tired and would want to go back to sleep, Michael didn’t bother talking. At least, not until Theodore broke the silence. “I..don’t know. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now.” Michael shrugged. Never did he imagine he would have gotten free, and if he ever did...he always thought that he would kill Theo and the others before killing himself.<br/><br/>“I guess until I can live and do things on my own? Get a job...get a place to stay.” Granted, he didn’t know how to begin searching for a job.