Ba-bump.
Matthew got more comfortable in the bed he shared, bringing his knees up to his chest as he watched the albino "sleep" next to him. His blue-violet eyes watched as the man's muscles twitched, and his face contort in pain and confusion. He was confused and worried for his partner, knowing tonight would be another restless night.
The room itself was darkened by the sky, and everything had a pale blue hue to it, even in the lack of moonlight. He curled tighter, hugging his stuffed bear backpack to his chest as he began to think.
He had to see..
Was this right?
Would Gilbert be mad at him?
Ba-bump.
He shut his eyes, trying to calm his heart rate down. For the past week, he wanted to know what his husband was thinking about. What he was dreaming about to cause such distress, yet a part of him didn't think it was his place to know.
"Don't worry about it, birdie. I'll be fine."
He opened his eyes again to stare at the back of Gilbert's head, which shifted slightly in his restless sleep. Why shouldn't he worry.. that's all Matthew ever did around Gilbert was worry. The man was so reckless and could get hurt...
"Don't worry. I'm too awesome to get hurt, you know that."
...Even so, he has gotten hurt. It's worse when he fights with Ludwig over something stupid, but it apparently was commonplace at Ludwig's home... because both Kiku and Feliciano were on the case with the solution to the problem almost immediately. Strange to see Feliciano so organized... yet that may have been Kiku's doing.
"I'm just tired, don't worry. "
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong.." He mumbled, stretching out his legs again as he dug inside the backpack for the strange bottle. It had a soft pink glow to it..
"Don't worry..."
"You used to tell me everything, no matter how stupid it was.. and now it seems like you're hardly there." He turned the bottle around, staring at the liquid and watching it try to settle back on the inside. It was an odd looking liquid that left no trace agaisnt the bottle, and even looked like it had glitter in it.
Ba-bump.
He exhaled softly, setting the bag down on the floor as he opened up the bottle. Immediately, a strong scent of strawberries hit his nose and he recoiled. Too strong..
His gaze shifted back to Gilbert and with a free hand, he lightly shifted a few loose strands of his silvery hair out of his face. Gilbert was distressed.. yet it didn't seem like he'd be waking anytime soon. His skin was warm to the touch and his hair was damp with sweat. Lucky for him, he tended not to wear shirts to bed, else it would have been soaked by this point.
Without any instructions to go off of, Matthew simply assumed he'd be drinking it. With a soft exhale, and keeping his hand on Gilbert's head, he lifted the bottle up to his eyes. "...oh, maple, please don't be upset." he whispered, before taking a swig of the liquid.
...It may have smelled like strawberries, but the taste was far from it. He almost dropped with the bottle with how quickly he tore it away from his lips, but he set it on his nightstand instead. His body shook a little at such a revolting and rotten taste far differing the smell it gave off.
He sank back down to lay his head agaisnt the pillow, turning on his side to face Gilbert, who seemed to curl up in fright slightly. It was strange to see such a confident and strong man so frightened... Against his will, he felt his eyes growing heavy and the darkness of sleep overtook his mind.