He was fast asleep, dreaming about what they did.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep, smiling.
OOC: Oh, I just wanted to let him know not to go back up there.
OOC: I would strongly advise against going back to the window or the room.
He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
He sighed and shook his head.
He shut the closet door and put down the knife, getting back in bed.
He opened the door and looked around.
He walked over to the closet and put his hand on the handle.
He got to his feet and asked "Who's there!?" He grabbed one of his throwing knives.
He stripped down to his boxers, which were kinda small on him, and lay down on his bed.
He walked to his house and went straight to his room, not even bothering to shut the doors.
"I'll try not to." he said, heading back home, a little depressed.
"I know." he said. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Falling." he said slowly, realizing that he was being an idiot again. "Sorry." he said, letting her go.
"Saving you." he said.
He raced to his feet and grabbed her arm, hanging from the ledge by only his feet.
"Sorry." he mumbled.
He sat next to her and sighed, he hated upsetting her. When she was upset, so was he.
"I guess I wasn't thinking." he said.
