Marius awakes to a ball of fur in his face. Blinking, he pulls away to find Polyphems curled up next to him. Yawning, he moves his hand to pet the creature behind the ears, the way his own cat likes. Blessedly, his dreams had all been pleasant, spurred on, he knows, by Rat's presence. He's uncertain as to whether he felt fingers running through his hair earlier, but the thought alone is nice enough to keep him smiling.

Though, beneath it, fear lingers; the fear that the...less pleasant aspects of his childhood might rise to the surface, through dreams or otherwise. He shudders.

The lack of Rat in the room only makes him more nervous, so Marius carefully moves around the cat and jumps onto the floor. He makes his way to the kitchen, still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Rat?" He calls out, a little nervous, as the scent of something or other cooking reaches him.