The voice that answered Francis wasn't he one he expected and that filtered into his brain, bit by bit. Cracking one eye open, he found Arthur and very slowly, after a second of hesitation, pulled away. What was he doing here? Confusion left him blinking a few more times as the sleep fully dropped away along with all the feelings from his dream. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was doing that." He sat up, letting out a yawn before just sitting there, staring at the wall ahead. He had this weird feeling that he couldn't shake. Had he been dreaming? What of? Nothing came to mind except this sheer heavy feeling that it left behind.