As he slept, deeply, utterly unconscious, his arms finally began to loosen. His control finally gave way, allowing for the oblivion of the deepest sleep. Relaxation this deep had been a distant memory to Butch for so long, that when he finally woke, he would likely not know what to think.<br/><br/>For now, however, he simply snored away, his head lolling back on the couch. One arm rested on the blanket over her body lightly, the other arm was still limply wrapped behind her shoulders, though his hold had long since gone slack and his hand now dangled limply.<br/><br/>He began dreaming after a while, before she woke, and twitched slightly, lips pulling into a smile. After she woke, his dream faded and he sunk deeper into sleep again. Somehow, her awareness finally began to penetrate the fog and he slowly rose from the depths of his slumber. As the oblivion faded, he naturally fought to wake, as he always did. It was harder this time. He pulled and dragged at his eyelids, trying to force them open, but couldn't quite shake off the last remains of dreams and sleep.<br/><br/>Rolling his head to the other side, he snorted, mumbled, then went still, eyes still rolling restlessly.