Week 0, Thursday - Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[There's something...tense about the night. Maybe it's because it's the only night of the week with a curfew. It isn't too long after the dorms lock for the night, and without much else left to do but stew in nervous energy, Ion goes to bed without fuss.

And, in that nervous energy, he lays, unable to sleep, back to his roommate, trying not to toss and turn. Ultimately, he can't help himself, and he dares to call out softly.]

Are you asleep?

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[melancoffeea]

Mm.

[Why thank him? He had nothing helpful to say. And while the conversation is as good as over, leaving it this way doesn't feel right or proper.

Several beats pass before Sandalphon pipes up softly.]

Stay close to me tomorrow.