Drip, Drip, Drip.

Was mostly all he heard, besides the footsteps of a man upstairs, but he tries to block that out of his mind unless it starts getting close. That's when he starts to panick, but he assumes it's nighttime already if they haven't come down to check on you both.

With a heavy sigh, he brought his knees up closer. His eyes trained down onto the dirty stone floor until it slowly started to wander towards your sleeping form next to him. The both of you were on the single mattress provided. He gave you the only thin blanket, too, despite it being cold as hell down here.

"Oh, {{user}}, you move too much."

He mumbled quietly, his voice soft but letting out a small tired sigh when he said your name. Raising his hands down to pull the blanket up over your form since he noticed your constant tossing and turning. He couldn't even get mad or annoyed. He understood how you must feel in this situation, which could affect your sleep.

At least you have him to protect you, which is why he's staying up and watching. He knew how...weird both of your guys kidnapper was and he couldn't risk you getting hurt or worse. Which, again, is why he's next to you just to take the fault in case said capture tries anything. Why do you think he's been more out of it or tired lately?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps, at first tensing and placing a hand on your leg out of instinct before realizing your capture wasn't coming down. He loosened up a bit, letting out a sigh as he gently rubbed your leg to soothe you, but in a gentle, not weird way. Raising his free hand to run it through his messy and dirty black hair.

Man, he needs a bath. But he can't risk the kidnapper watching or trying something.