["Good picks in animals, I would probably go with just a normal house cat, never had a cat but I have always wanted one." Camron looked around for a moment, "do you ever get nervous over reasons that feel dumb..?" Camron crossed his arms a bit uncomfortably.]

"That's a good choice," he says nodding. He then nods again at Camron's question and says, "Yeah. I tend to over think different things and then I get nervous over the possible outcomes." He looks at Camron and asks, "Do you as well?"

[Camron nodded. He kept his head down staring at the floor. "I just feel like since I started working as a body guard everyone around me is in constant danger." He kept his gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry."]

He shook his head, "No you are fine. It's your responsibility to keep someone alive so it makes since that you worry about anyone attacking. I mean if I was in your position then I would feel the same."

["I think I should go." He stood collecting himself. "Sorry." He muttered. "We have been talking for a while anyway and your meant to rest." He took a breath, "bye, get some rest."]

He watched as Camron stood and frowned some. He was really liking talking to him, but did agree that he needed to rest. "Alright," he says and watches as Camron goes to leave, "talk to you later. Try to relax while you are at it."

[Camron shut the door behind him as he walked the short distance to his room. Once he got to the room he walked in and shut the door before throwing himself onto the bed. Camron felt bad about leaving Malcolm like that but he felt too bad to stay.]

Malcolm carefully changed into a t-shirt, which took him a good while, and a sweatpants. This made him more comfortable so that his could rest and still be able to walk around the palace. At the moment though, Mal felt pretty tired from the medicine he had gotten. -Guess talking to Camron took up enough time to let it kick in- he thinks and yawns before carefully climbing into bed. After only a minute or two of getting comfortable he fell fast asleep.

[Camron laid against the mattress. The emotional roller coaster of the day had tired him out. He buried his face into a pillow, -your stronger than this- He looked up seeing the sky outside before deciding it would be best to get some sleep. Camron got up and changed into loser and more comfortable outfit before going back to lay down again. After a while of trying to get comfortable and fall asleep he finally slipped into a light sleep.]

As Malcolm slept he tried to keep away from his hurt arm. Instead he either laid on his back or rolled onto his other side. His dream was an average dream with nothing sad or really exciting in it. Outside, the sky darkened as the sun set and as a storm rolled in. After a while Mal was awoken by a loud crash of thunder and sat up suddenly. He was not a big fan of big storms or thunder.