The beast soon found himself in human form once again, regardless of how painful it was. He felt like whatever progress was made with Belle had been for naught because of his outburst, and he beat himself up about it for the rest of the day. In silence he made his way to her room. It was quiet inside, causing him to peek his head in. She was asleep, just like the night before. Oddly enough, when it was nighttime, she seemed so.... different than during the day. Perhaps it was her sleeping form was not afraid of him. Or he thought of her differently in human form. He didn't know which. He snuck into bed with her once again, this time taking care to hold her looser, though close enough that her shoulderblades were pressed against his bare chest. He found no reason to put on a shirt, after all, they would always tear when he turned into beast form. His pants were tight in beast form as it was. He nuzzled his face into her hair again, savoring the scent.