Any thoughts plaguing Trey drifted away when he closed his eyes. He found himself drifting in peace, always able to put aside his worries about others with ease. He didn't know how long he slept, but the lull of the boat changed, bringing him slightly back to the world of wakefulness. The sound of a voice reached him next, which Trey promptly ignored. He dragged the sweater up over his head and turned away like the picture of a petulant child. It wasn't that he didn't wake easily, but that he didn't listen well to others.

Only when the actual words hit him did Trey open his eyes, although he stayed where he was under his sweater hiding place. "Paris?" he questioned, trying to discern all the information with his one word question. They were at Paris? It was good, and he needed to go, and why did he have to move? It didn't smell like he imaged Paris might. Trey closed his eyes again and decided he was done. This spot right here was far more appealing, both quiet and dark. He let out one more huff. "Don't wanna."