This reminds him of when he was much smaller, when he and the other children would bundle up together to keep warm. Those are some of his fondest memories, so much so that even the faint recollection does a lot to sooth his otherwise tightly-wound mind.

And the absence of tension is more than enough to make him sleepy. Perhaps with his thoughts finally quiet, his body rushes in to get whatever real rest it can manage before the magical moment is over.

"Mm," he closes his eyes, talking somewhere near the top of Phalanx's buried head. "I might just fall asleep here."

It smells like Vincent in here. He wonders how long it'll be until he comes home...