He had spoken too soon, Dale grumbles hours later when he's still wide awake, the sheets thrown to the floor from how hard he had squirmed.
The rain had settled into a steady downpour, expected as it had been suspiciously dry for a good long while but even the steading thrumming of the rain was keeping sleep away from him.
It was doing the opposite of calming him and he curses at the tightening of his skin, it was more than being unable to sleep, he was also uncomfortable in his skin, the bed feeling like it was filled with pine cones.
On a split second decision, he hops to his feet and picks up the strewn blanket, bundling it in his arms like an armor as he marches out his room and down the hallway to Dream's room.
What's the worst that could happen? Dream throwing a pillow at him and telling him to GTFO, he would be glad if that happened, maybe he could finally fall asleep then.
