Mathias awoke dripping in sweat, well figuratively, that would've been gross. He was slightly panting at the new nightmare that had occurred the night before.

He walked forward. Him. With his beautiful eyes that only one person could read. To everyone else he seemed lifeless, a shell of a person, but to him he was an endless mystery.
And yet, his hands wouldn't control themselves. He lifted a gun. He aimed it. Straight for the heart. Pulled the trigger. Awoke.

"What........was that?" Mathias inquired panting between each word. Just as if on cue, Lukas burst through the door. His face still emotionless, yet the worry was still eminent. Mathias looked over and stared. He didn't even know what was real anymore. Lukas walked over and sat on the bed beside him, as he continued to look forward. Lukas slowly pat his back as if to comfort him. "Are you........okay?" He asked hesitantly. "Y-yeah, I just had a...........a...nightmare."
"You want to talk about it?"

"No."