Aries didn't wake when the man came downstairs, he was fast asleep despite the awkward position, but stress seemed to be something that swiftly sapped his strength, and on top of that he had also gotten a bit worn out moving the boxes inside, even if there weren't that many. So when he was lifted he didn't wake right away, not fully at least. He had some understanding that someone was moving him, but his mind didn't really put anything together on that fact... Who would be carrying him anyway? There was no one that kind in his little world of memories when he slept.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he was placed down on the bed that his mind tried to piece together the sensation. It wans't like sleeping on the couch where it was a bit cramped and he could feel the divets in the cushions... It was soft, comfortable, the pillows and sheets clean and warm around him. It had been a long time since he'd been in a bed, though the last time he could only recall how he had to simply grit his teeth, how he was supposed to be quiet, how it didn't matter if it hurt, not if he wanted a place to come back to...<br/><br/>His eyes snapped open as he sat up, looking down at himself as though expecting something other than what he saw. He sat stalk still for a long moment, his jaw clenched tight and his chest frozen as he forgot how to pull in air. Nothing hurt... Right? It took several agonizing moments before he realized this wasn't that bed, it didn't smell like that person, they weren't here, but... But did that matter? It was a way to be useful, right? He'd managed to find a place to belong for a while that way so... So was that a better way of paying the man back?<br/><br/>(with the site down tomorrow night I'm planning to back up my rps to docs, would you want the link and we could post there until the site is back up?)