[After a few hours, Micchy gathers his blanket and pillow up. He hesitates for a moment, wondering if this is really an okay idea, but just keeps going. He's had enough of those nightmares, and now he's going to do something about it. So he carefully opens Takatora's door and slips inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on the floor to watch his brother.]
[He can't let him out of his sight. Not now. He knows hit's childish, but nightmares aren't really a laughing matter. Even if he understands the psychology behind it, why they're not real, that they never will be... he's still frightened for his brother's safety.]
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[He can't let him out of his sight. Not now. He knows hit's childish, but nightmares aren't really a laughing matter. Even if he understands the psychology behind it, why they're not real, that they never will be... he's still frightened for his brother's safety.]