He slept well, first knowing she was there and if she left she would be back. It let him relax, he was finally showing her the side he had hid for so many years. The one that was inside him and it killed him in ways. For he acted like an ass not meaning to, or sometimes because he did not like something she did, but not telling her...<br/><br/>He slept, and would dream well, a dream of happiness, of their past. Of a future he wished sometimes. Of them kissing, exploring a forbidden love.