Sasha shook his head quickly. "I'm a light sleeper, Michael. I thought I heard a door slam too ... That alone would have woken me." His light sleep was a good thing, if it meant he could keep the other man company. It saddened the bronzed man's heart to think of the other man sitting awake all alone at night after having a nightmare. His dreams had only been troubled, the images jumbling together and already fading from his mind. He doubted that was the case with his charge, though.

"No, of course not! It's just ... I had a dream ..." And now he sounded like a disney movie. Sasha smiled, and hummed a little of the song from Tangled. He almost started singing, but he didn't know if Michael would want to hear, or if might disturb any of the other long term residents.