Matthew held onto her and refused to let go. He might even be a bit afraid to let her go. Like if he let her go that she would evaporate and he'd be left alone to the shadows once more. He paled a bit. "I don't like memories...except when I met you. That was a good memory. I don't have many of those." He said softly. This would be a good memory if he remembered it when he woke up. He'd probably think it just a dream. "I think I might of seen a memory of yours. A lion with two tails...I know its not something I've ever seen." He said. He listened to her words. "It was a recent memory. Nothing to worry about." He said. Brushing it off as nothing but in reality if she thought about it when she was calmer it was actually something to worry about. Despite how he wanted to play it off as nothing. He looked at her.<br/><br/>Seeing her eyes widen and the tears stop. Looking down at her. It was a serious question. He could say it because close encounters with death started when he was a year old and started cutting. If it hadn't been for his grandmother's voice when he first learned his dangerous habit. Its the only way he survived seventeen years of that abuse. Almost eighteen. Only fifteen almost sixteen since it spiraled downhill into hell when his grandmother passed away. He looked at her. "I'm not unused to being there...its happened before. Just this time I didn't want to be there." He said softly. He wouldn't explain that even if she asked. "This time I didn't want to be nearing death or anything. I wanted to stay awake where I could keep my friend near." He said softly. "I'm sorry I made and keep making you cry." He said softly. Looking sad that he kept upsetting her. Then she was smiling and he felt better.<br/><br/>He looked at her and looked at the beach. "I like the beach. Its safety." He said softly. "Well...you are." He said softly. "It was a different kind of light that was coming from you. It was different from the light you hear about being at the end of a tunnel. It was warm and alive feeling." He said softly. He looked at her. Holding her lightly as she spoke like a child. "I...want to stay with you." He said after a long drawn out silence. "Wake us?" He asked softly. He laid his head on hers. "I'm not understanding how he could tell you to wake us from wherever we are. Is he wherever we are?" He asked softly. Hold her a bit tighter to him. "I'm not afraid of the darkness. I'm not afraid of death. I'm only afraid of the living. I can be strong...so that you don't cry..." He said softly. "It hurts me seeing my friend crying."