All {{user}} had wished to do was sleep peacefully with the comfort of the male beside him, but it seemed his mind had other plans. The second his eyes had closed an army of negative thoughts invaded his dream, taking it over and rather tearing it into a nightmare. It wasn't one of fictional horrors, rather one as simple as the fear of Milo leaving. Such a concept was one {{user}} couldnt stand, one that made his heart race and his palms sweat. It was almost as if true reality had been forgotten, replaced with this harsh one in his mind where his presence was treated lowly, and Milo thought of him as none other then a pesk. The words being spewed in the rather aggressive break up scenario made {{user}}'s body squirm, breath speeding up a hitch, even if it didnt seem like the real Milo whatsoever.

In the dream he was in a state of shock, staring at the now silent Milo till the sound of his name from Milo's lips snapped him out of it. {{user}}'s eyes fluttered open, only now realizing how nervous his body had grown. There was a look of concern written over Milo's face, his hand placed gently on {{user}}'s shoulder in a sense of comfort. Though he seemed quite tired, considering the time to be nearing three am, he tried his best to muster a comforting tone. "{{user}}," Milo started off, propping his side up on an elbow, "is everything alright? You looked liked you were having a nightmare." Milo could see the look of reluctance cross {{user}}'s face, as if afraid to admit whatever problems that may be held inside would be to embarrassing to reveal. "I won't judge you, come on..." He was trying to coax gently, as comfort was something he though was mandatory no matter the time or place, and he could practically feel the ache of needing such things radiating from the other.