Ok, so I won't say it wasn't a shock waking up like that, and under different circumstances, I'd probably have tried to beat the shit out of him for so much as moving my arm while I was asleep. I would have, but I didn't. Why? Haha…'why?' is a surprisingly hard question to answer, and even more difficult to explain so that it's understood. I suppose I just recognized the fact that he was trying to be nice to me, and hadn't lost his temper with me for being such a difficult bitch earlier. Anyways, it wouldn't be the first time Valentine had tried to help me out, so I suppose he deserved some thanks. He was only doing what he thought was right, after all, so he wasn't doing anything wrong, or anything. I guess I just decided to cut him some slack.
"I may not be tired, but you are…"
It was weird, but he actually sounded like he gave a damn. Now that was something I couldn't actually figure out…why did he give a damn? It wasn't as though we were best friends, or whatever. Barely even friends. Acquaintances? Sure, I guess that's the word I was looking for. Anyways, I had to admit that he was right. I was damn tired…as he was being so nice to me; I figured I might as well return the favor. I gave a quick smile, and went straight back to sleep. I could tell he was still there, as I didn't actually have any nightmares or anything. That feeling lasted for a little while, but then disappeared some time later. Valentine had obviously gone or something, taking my safety zone with him. To be fair, I couldn't blame him for it…I mean, a good thing can't last forever. Everyone always goes away at some time, and so the battle between my sub-conscious and I continued.