It was hearing Faolan leave his bed that snapped the Frenchman out of his thoughts. For a moment he didn't react, unsure of what the man was going to do, but then he heard him approach. Did.. he want to talk about it after all? He had been thinking about it so much, but the thought of actually having the conversation stumped him for a moment. 

Then the blanket lifted, and he felt Faolan's weight on the bed. This had surprised him, and caused him to open his eyes as he could feel Faolan's warmth at his back. Before he had felt cold.. but now that the Irishman was next to him.. he felt warm again. He found himself instinctively relaxing after he felt Faolan's arm across his body. This action gave the Frenchman the sense of reassurance he needed. He had been craving the other man's touch, and despite having him so close by in the room, it still hadn't felt near enough.. until now. He had practically melted into his arms. It just felt.. so right. He turned slightly to look up at Faolan, his expression softening. 

[color=burlywood]"Yeah.. it's okay."[/color] He said, giving him a small smile, curling up slightly against him. While there were so many things he would have liked to talk about, in this moment.. this was enough to tell him that things would be okay. It was what he needed to finally be able to relax enough to lose himself to sleep. While very aware of the Irishman's presence behind him, he felt extremely comforted by it, and no longer felt like he was alone. He shifted slightly, to place his own hand over Faolan's.

[color=burlywood]"Sleep well.."[/color] His tone was much softer, but also much brighter than his last goodnight to him. He closed his eyes, his expression becoming more peaceful than before. This way.. he felt like he'd be able to sleep just fine.