Alexanders hand came up to his cheek unconsciously when the lock of hair brushed against it, a reaction to push the tickling sensation away. Other than that, he made no actions, other than his quiet breathing. Time passed by quickly to the sleeping man, minutes being seconds to one who couldn't feel the passage. It slowly grew darker, the sun casting a dying orange glow on the landscape around them.Alexander woke up by himself, feeling the air start to grow chillier, though far from cold, and the lack of light on his face, the change being enough to stir him from his light sleep.

He opened his eyes slowly, looking over to Calliope for a moment, though he said nothing as he instead looked back to the sun to watch it lazily droop down the landscape, disappearing from sight. He still said nothing, nor did he move, for a variety of reasons. The most simple one was that he was just too comfortable to want to move, an innate desire to simply lay there strong in his mind. Another reason, though, was to see how long Calliope would sit there before she would decide to 'wake' him from his sleep, something that was already done. Of course, if she took too long, Alexander would eventually rise to lead her out of the garden.

Perhaps he could trust her though, to atleast hold her end of the bargain up. And if she didn't, well he wouldn't lose anything would he? It would only prove a point in his head, that she still hadn't quite matured. Strangely enough, he felt a desire to have that point disproved. He assumed it was on the basis that if he could trust her, perhaps they could stop arguing so damn much. Such things were tiring, to say the least.