Arthur and Mikhail

"Was waiting for you…" he answered, still trying not to gag on the smell.

"But-It's like-wait, what time is it?" Mikhail mumbled the last part to himself before checking his watch. "It's almost midnight and you were waiting for me? Why?"

"Just cause.." said Arthur, not really knowing why himself.

"Just cause…?" Mikhail asked gently, still looking very confused.

"I couldn't sleep anyway…" admitted Arthur sheepishly.

Bump))

(Srry again)

"Why not? Bad dreams?" Mikhail asked

"Something like that…" said Arthur softly..

"Oh okay then. I'll be upstairs." Mikhail muttered, awkwardly walking up the stairs to his room.

Arthur watched him leave, wondering if he'd done something wrong, but also slightly glad that the smell of alcohol wasn't so overpowering anymore….

Everything is so confusing. Mikhail thought before taking off his clothes to take a quick shower.

Arthur sighed, forcing himself awake despite exhaustion.

Mikhail sighed as the warm water hit his back. Is Arthur going to sleep at all? Or is he going to stay awake?

Arthur yawned, shaking himself awake again.
You should sleep
Not when I know there are nightmares to haunt me….

Mikhail quickly finished taking a shower and walked out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself as he walked out of the bathroom and into his room.

Arthur heard Mikhail up and about upstairs, focusing on the footsteps as Mikhail moved around the house. He debated heading upstairs, but shook the idea away thinking it'd be weird….

Mikhail quickly put on some random clothes and took off the towel before flopping down on his bed, not caring if his room was messy and should probably be cleaned up.

Arthur sighed when the footsteps stopped, silently shoving down memories.
You're going to give yourself waking nightmares sitting in the dark like this.

Mikhail shifted around on his bed, trying to fall asleep but failing so far.

Arthur yawned, all but failing in his attempt to stay awake.

He said he liked me before. I haven't done anything about it. Also, we both confessed. What typically is supposed to happen now? thought Mikhail, staring at the ceiling.

Arthur eventually drifted off, but it wasn't long before he started twitching, his face paling in fear.

(Time skip again?)

Yeah… Have Mikhail come downstairs ans find Arthur asleep))

(Oki then)

Mikhail woke up early in the morning again, yawning rather loudly as stretched his arms. "What time is it…?" He mumbled, looking around for a clock or his watch. He didn't find anything that would tell him what time it was so he lazily got up and headed downstairs since he knew there was a clock downstairs.

Arthur was still alseep, though restless and whimpering in fear. Occasionally he hissed in pain, thrashing a little.

Mikhail walked down the stairs a bit faster when he heard some sounds and saw Arthur looking as if he was having a nightmare. What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Arthur whimpered in quiet terror, his body curling in pain, fear clear on his face even though he was asleep.

Mikhail quickly went over to Arthur, bending down next to him. "Arthur?" Wow, I deserve an award for being an idiot.

Arthur whimpered again, flinching awag from something that wasn't there.