[Shenandoah]

((It's perfectly okay. I totally understand.))

Mazin, as he began to settle down himself, glanced over and started when he saw the eye. "What th...!" His startled exclamation was cut off by Mike's hand.

"Let her sleep. And you sleep, too," Mike whispered so low, it was almost like he mouthed it.

"But!"

"In the morning," Mike quietly snarled, backing away and settling down in his own chosen corner. It was his only coping technique at the moment, insuring the children were okay. However, that responsibility ceased the moment Calonia was asleep and Mazin stilled. Then, the lack of having the interaction made way for having his own personal anxiety attack. He fought to keep quiet as to not wake them, working to strangle the whines in the back of his throat. He was completely out of his element here.

Unknown to him, Mazin was also having his own variety of a panic attack before he suddenly stilled completely at a single thought. 'I don't have to be worried about a shitty life anymore, he thought. 'Why do I need to try and get out? It's better here.' With his own attack quelled, Mazin was forced to listen to the odd sounds coming from Mike's direction as he watched the moonlight accented darkness before his still wide open eyes. He wasn't sure how long it was, but he soon fell asleep listening to those strangled sounds.