Did I even need to know the reason for his upset? I guess I could just be there for him reminding him I cared even if he didn't want to talk about his sadness and sudden change of mood yet.
"Thank you." He replied.
He walked to his room, so I left him some time alone.
When he left I turned around to glance at the maid and then inhaled a deep breath, "what's going on with him? He looks bewildered."
"I don't know. He had a nightmare. I know it because every time he has a nightmare he never sleeps at night so when I wake up at 5 am I find him in the kitchen already."
Nightmares. I remembered when he used to tell me he had nightmares very often and that he struggled to sleep at night because of those. I thought he stopped having them, but I guessed those were back now since we entered that room together to demolish it.
