When the sunlight began to touch his face, Arc slowly began to stir. He felt as though he was being gently pulled out of a good dream, though the ending was not a sad one. He wouldn't remember the dream, but that was okay. The reality that he was waking up to was far beyond anything he could have imagined experiencing in their world. His eyes opened slowly, half-lidded and weary, though soft. They settled on Madison and a smile tugged the corners of his lips upward. The previous night had not been a wonderful dream, but a reality, and the happiness he remembered was real. "Good morning, beautiful," he said without thinking. It wasn't an untrue statement, but if he'd been thinking clearly he probably would have been a little more careful with his choice of words.<br/><br/>Then again, he had set himself on a path the night before that he would make sure his feelings were known. Arc had never been a coward, never shied away from something just because it was frightening. Fear was a construct of the mind, an alarm system designed to preserve life. His life was not in danger simply by telling Madison about what he felt. He rubbed his eyes; they stung a little from lack of sleep but he didn't mind. Being awake with her meant laying with her all night, and that was a reward far greater than a night's worth of sleep could ever grant him.<br/><br/>"Madison," he started, unwilling to waste any time. "I've never liked someone how I like you. Since my parents, i've never cared about another person like this. I don't know what this is exactly, but when I look at you... my stomach flutters and my legs feel weak and my... well... Anyway the point is i don't want this to go away. You make me happy and I want to be with you."<br/><br/>Blunt. That was the only word that could properly describe it. But that was Arc. He was blunt and he didn't beat around the bush. Even when he was a kid he had very little tact, even for a child. His father used to be embarrassed by it, but eventually saw it as a strength, for there was never a time when he wasn't completely honest. He was a bad liar. But in his mind, there was no point in dancing around the subject. If he could say what he wanted to say, why not say it?<br/><br/>"Sorry to spring it but... it's the truth."