"I did...thank you." Michael confirmed. He watched Theodore carefully; confused by his jumpiness and hesitation. Holding back a frown as the other regarded him with a cold and guarded demeanor. "Goodnight..." Had he done something wrong? Perhaps he had overstayed his welcome and Theo was no longer interested in having him around? If that was the case then he would leave in the morning. For now, Michael desperately wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed.<br/><br/>That was exactly what the younger man did. Crawling under the large, fluffy comforter, he covered himself up to his neck and turned onto his side with his back facing the wall and front facing the door. Surprisingly, Michael passed out without much effort. Between being clean, having a full stomach, and laying on what felt like a giant cloud, Michael was content. At least, for now.<br/><br/>Hours passed and Michael did not toss nor turn. He slept as rigid as a starched collar, his brows furrowed in what seemed to be anger. Michael's forehead broke into a cold sweat as he mouthed indistinguishable words; arms wrapped around his chest and hands gripping his upper arms, as if he was trying desperately to shield himself from danger. After what felt like an eternity, he woke. Slowly and in confusion, for he couldn't remember what his dream had been about but he could feel the hot, salty tears still sliding down his cheeks and further soaking the pillow beneath his head.<br/><br/>Sniffling, Michael sat up; one arm propped behind him for support while he used the back of his other hand to wipe away the tears that stained his face. Clearly, whatever he had been dreaming about was unpleasant. Michael climbed down from his bed and strode out of the bedroom; hardly able to see, his hands swinging wildly as he used his sense of touch to guide him from his bedroom and towards Theodores.<br/><br/>Michael was hesitant; unaware of how Theo might react, but he quietly opened the door to the others room. Once inside, he shut the door behind him and made his way over to the bed; stubbing his toe on the way. "Ow!" Michael hissed in a barely contained whisper. Finally, he felt the bed. His fingertips brushed over what he assumed to be Theo's leg before he found a free space. Gently and slowly, as to avoid waking Theodore, he crawled into the bed beside him; not bothering to cover up in fear of waking the man. Rather than sleep, he laid awake; feeling just a tad bit more safe now that he wasn't alone.