Brian was fast asleep, and as he slept, he felt peace. Why had he given the pendant to Juliette? Why had he given away a mere reminder of his mother? Because he cared. Yes, he cared enough to sacrifice his only reminder of his mother to a person he barely knew. Not out of recklessness, but because he knew that she needed it more than he did. It was what he could do for her, even after how bad she had treated him at the gas station. Because, Brian had a good, compassionate heart toward others. It's all he had in him right now.<br/><br/>When the next day had come, Brian was slowly starting to wake up. It took a little bit for him to force open his eyes. His vision slightly blurry, but eventually cleared. Groaning, he yawned and stretched a little, but quickly felt something next to him. Turning his head slowly, he looked to see that he had been cuddling Juliette in his sleep. His eyes grew wide, a blush on his face and he freaked out, falling out of bed, scooting away from the bed and across the room. Standing up with his back against the wall. Even if Brian accepted people like her, regardless of what he thought of them, he was one who could get startled easily, especially when sharing a bed with a girl like Juliette. He was shaking a little due to the little morning fright, but he did not hate her, no, just startled. The blush was still on his face as he stood there by the door, not sure what to do or say. "J-J-Juliette..." he stammered, "W-Why were you in m-my b-bed?" he asked, utterly confused and slightly worried.