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Bornes shrugged, his tail faintly tapping the mattress behind him. "I suppose. I liked this cut and I was afraid that... If I went shorter it wouldn't look right, and then I would be stuck."

He yawned again.

"And if it was shorter, I don't think I could hide my scar as well," he added as an afterthought.

He didn't know why he bothered telling Isiah everything. He had certainly gotten particularly more chatty lately. Maybe he was making up for lost time. He hadn't spoken for most of the night. Granted, he never spoke that much but to not speak at all was a task.

"You look good either way," he said. Later tacking on an "to me."

He looked down at the mattress for a moment before sitting up and stretching his legs with a small groan.
"You can have the bed," Bornes mentioned, pushing himself off and sitting on the ground.

"I can sleep on the ground."
He laid himself on his side again, yawning loudly this time. After which, he curled into his usual bar, his tail between his legs, his arms making a pillow for his head.

Bornes' eyes were already closed, not that one could tell with the sunglasses covering them. He gave a small snort of a chuckle, though.
"The bed is built for one person. We would not fit comfortably. I slept in it yesterday. You sleep in it today."

He repositioned his head slightly, trying to go to sleep. He hoped Isiah wouldn't argue any more but he knew his hopes would be let down.

Bornes had a hard time falling asleep. He wasn't sure why, but he was pretty sure it wasn't because he was on the ground. Eventually he crawled under the cot, near the edge so Isiah's weight wouldn't hit him, but enough so more light was blocked. He ended up sleeping there, one arm under his head, the other hand holding his sunglasses while his arm blocked the light instead.

Every now and then he'd twitch, as if in some dream. And he was, though it was more of a nightmare. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel that b*****d forcing himself onto the hybrid. But instead of Isiah saving the day, it was Bornes Father who apprehended the criminal first, and Bornes second.
He slapped Bornes in the face, yelling horrible things, swearing that he would disown Bornes, but then going on and on about how much he had given his son. Everything he could've easily not done. Everything he could've solved by leaving Bornes with his whore of a mother or killing him as an infant.

By the end of it, Bornes woke himself up from being unable to breathe.
He panted for a few moments, trying to get a hold of his surroundings. The dream had seemed so real. His hand shook slightly as he moved it to his face, make sure he wasn't bleeding. He wasn't, and he rolled out from under the bed, giving himself a few more moments before sticking his sunglasses in his shirt or standing up.

Bornes looked over to Isiah, almost surprised he was actually there.
"...Just a bad dream, I guess." he replied.

A shiver went down his spine, and Bornes scratched his head.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," he grumbled, laying back down on the ground and beginning to crawl back under the cot.

Bornes had already crawled beneath the cot and into his ball again. His voice was muffled from under the arm that covered his face. "Even if I wanted to, there would be no room. It would not be comfortable." he groaned the last part, "Trust me."

Bornes tried to sleep again, but couldn't. He was tired, but he just couldn't seem to get to sleep again. He'd put his glasses back on, he'd changed his position several times, but after about twenty long minutes passed, he finally spoke up from underneath the cot again.

"Isiah?"

He waited a bit. He couldn't stop thinking about his stupid dream.
"What would you have done, if you were me?"

Bornes was referring to what had happened yesterday of course, but he didn't want to specify for certain. He almost hoped Isiah knew what he was speaking of, so he didn't have to voice it.