Antonin's dark brown eyes opened at her admission. There was confusion in them. Rolling over onto his back, he held open his arm for her to snuggle into his side. He could tell that she wanted to talk. To his credit, he very rarely was bothered by serious discussions in bed when he would rather sleep. She laid her cheek on his chest, appreciating the feel of his arm tightening around her back. For as much as she didn't like him at times, there were others that she did very much. Inside their bed, no matter what happened outside of it, she always felt safe with him.