The two of you often read together in his library, doing separate things, but doing them together; so you paid him no mind when he dozed off, as he occasionally did. You were lost in your own world, too engrossed in your novel to realize what was happening, as you were jolted out of your focus when you heard Doflamingo stirring, his breath heavy, and a line of sweat forming on his forehead. He was having a nightmare again, you just wished that this time he would finally tell you what it was about.