<blockquote>Allowing Skylah to hang him on <span class='word'>tenterhooks</span> was something Angier was eager to prevent. His ears folded and his muzzle wrinkled in mild disarray before he, too, raised his brows when she laughed. <i>What was so funny?!</i> He tilted his head as she grinned, answering, <i>"Haven't you heard of ghosts? Or seen the eyes of wildcat on your from the treetops? Or ran into an insomniac stranger? Or snuck up on a prey in the moonlight?"</i> He was about to shake his head again, but he had heard of ghosts... Well, his mother preferred the supernatural beings to be called "spirits," but still...
<b>"Yeahhh,"</b> he slowly replied. <b>"Course I 'ave. Pfff, who hasn't?"</b> <i>Okay, that might've been too bold on his behalf.</i> Truthfully, he had never paid any mind to night-driven creatures - ghosts, canines, felines, or otherwise. She added, <i>"The dark is more appealing to me because my parents ran every minute of my day. So why is it you can't sleep?"</i> <b>"Oh,"</b> he said quietly. <b>"My parents were the opposite. I, um... I have nightmares."</b> Had he been human, he probably would have turned red from embarrassment; being a young adult with a childhood problem just seemed ridiculous. At four years old, he had expected to grow out of them, but when he continued to suffer night after night, he was almost at a loss about what to do. Adapting, or <i>giving in to</i>, insomnia seemed to be the best solution. <b>"I dream of drowning or falling to my death. Some nights I'll bleed to death while the victor of the fight, a dark-masked male, looms over me."</b> He awkwardly tried to smile, despite recalling the memory of his brother to mind; he just wanted to express that he didn't mean for their conversation to take a grim turn. <b>"I haven't had 'em for a while, though, I'm used to just waiting for the night to pass. It's easier for me to sleep before the sun rises... 's it the same for you? S-sleeping during the day and such?"</b></blockquote>