Warmth. Warmth, and that gentle humming, and the very soft sound of someone else's tears. He slowly goes quiet, sinking into the comfort of it. He's not sure how long it takes, but eventually the reality of who must be with him kicks in.

"Daisy?" It's a croak. He clears his throat, though that doesn't do much for the roughness there. He wants to roll over, to confirm that it's her and make sure she's all right, but he's so tired. So tired, and so afraid of what he'll see.