I'm Sorry, Berlin - Nightmare

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

In the past, Michael had struggled with nightmares quite a bit. There were various causes for said nightmares, whether they be brought on by his father's old abuse, his own struggles with his sexuality, or his worries over Trevor, just in general. Nowadays, though, he didn't really have them. It was a pleasant feeling, being able to just lay down and relax before he slipped off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep. He wasn't sure what had stopped them, but he was grateful for whatever it was – probably Trevor's presence, if he really thought about it. Either way, he didn't have to worry about nightmares coming up as often anymore, and that meant that the source of his tiredness was no longer from nightmares – instead, it was just from general Typhoon stress. He'd much rather take the stress of being a dealer and helping out his sister over just having terrifying nightmares, though.

When it came to his fellow crewmates, though, Michael tried his best to help with stuff like this. He wasn't amazing at comforting others, since he still sometimes struggled with understanding the emotions of others – or even himself sometimes, either – but he could at least try. He was drawn over by Brandyskies initially, wondering what it was that the younger male was asking about. Of course, when he saw the look on Lucy's face, he immediately knew where the concern was coming from. The bobcat's ears briefly flattened against his skull before he spoke, a sigh leaving him, "Lucy...? You don't look so good... sleep not going well?" He had to assume that whe was awake now, considering she was shredding the paper beneath her paws with a pencil. He wasn't sure if she was actually trying to draw, or if she was just trying to destroy.

— Reggan