Madison's apology fell upon unconscious ears, unfortunately. Sleep had already taken her partner, the exhaustion of the day coupled with the tranquilizing effects of the prescription-strength pills he had ingested creating an irresistible pull into slumberland that even the strongest best could not resist. He breathed softly, deeply, his chest slowly rising and falling like the tide. If he were awake for the apology, he would have likely waved it off, not understanding why she would, despite the physical evidence of his arousal apparent below his waistline. He wouldn't have wanted her to feel guilt or sadness whatsoever. It was a natural bodily reaction, and he had no expectation from her to do anything about it.<br/><br/>Throughout the night, he continued to hold her, loosely for the most part but there were moments where he might have shifted slightly, scooting closer to her, or adjusting the position of his arm to suit both their comfort levels. For the majority of the night, he was relatively still, but signs of a distressing dream began to appear several hours after he fell asleep. Though there were no significant indications, no yelling or jerking motions, he let out soft whimpers, murmuring words into the cold air but nothing intelligible. This continued through the rest of the night and into the morning hours.<br/><br/>As if it were a response to Madison's shifting when she woke, his body language began to show signs of calm peeking through the shroud of nervousness. When she put her hand on his arm, his breathing became normal again and his murmuring ceased. It seemed that, even if for only a moment, his dreams had faded away into nothingness, until he spoke again. Unlike before, his voice was clear and eloquent. He spoke only a single word, but by itself it could weigh so much more than a day's worth of words. It was spoke softly, with an unmistakable fondness that one could only achieve while locked within the throws of love itself.<br/><br/>"Madison..." he said, and his eyes moved again, indicating that he was still dreaming.<br/><br/>On his lips a smile began to form, soft and sweet, tugging at the corners of his lips as if they were held by invisible strands of thread. He was peaceful. He was calm. He was collected.<br/><br/>"Madison..." he said again, this time softer, but with more affection laced within the tone. Whatever he dreamed of, it was an exceptionally pleasant thought.<br/><br/>After this, his eyes quieted their movement and his voice no longer rang out. He was still and quiet until he woke up, the sun peeking in through a window, it's cover opened up to face the sky. It looked as if it would be a relatively clear day, it seemed.<br/><br/>"Mmmm... Morning." Arc flexed his shoulders and extended his legs, but kept his movement to a minimum, unwilling to break the wonderful way he had awoken that particular morning.