[Mikleo absolutely feels the tremor in it, and it concerns him that talking through the end isn't... helping. He can only hope that Sorey comes out with it if given some time. Thankfully it doesn't take too long.]

I'm sure it isn't silly, [he says immediately. Then he waits and listens.

What he hears... is concerning, though not altogether surprising. Of course Sorey would be afraid to sleep again after experiencing that. How does one separate themselves from the past when they carry the past with them? It isn't scars, it's feelings and memories that are as real as the day they were experienced... at least for Mikleo. He knows that, even though he's embraced his existence as a seraph, he's human too. Those sixteen years of living as a normal boy, loving dinosaurs and praying with his parents at the shrine, grasping at cherry blossoms in the spring-- that was all real, too.]

None of that sounds silly to me. I can promise you that I wouldn't let you sleep like that again, but words aren't enough...

[He thinks for a moment.]

Go back to your grandparents' house and pack. Then come over to my apartment. There are two bedrooms, and I don't use them at all. If you stay, I can be there when you fall asleep, and if it's early enough I can be there when you wake, too.

It doesn't have to be a permanent thing, but I think it'll help to be... not so alone.