Ryan blinked awake, hearing faint sounds around him. He reached for his glasses as he turned towards the closet, where Carl was packing a box. "Good morning," Ryan mumbled, adjusting his glasses.
Carl paused his actions and looked up. "Sorry for waking you up."
"It's fine." Ryan sat upright, leaning against the headboard. "You're leaving now?"
"Hmm," Carl came to sit by the edge of the bed and reached out to ruffle Ryan's hair. "I'll be back in a week."
Ryan didn't reply. Instead, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Carl's waist. His cheek pressed against Carl's suit, breathing in his familiar woody and floral scent. Carl's hand settled on his back, gently patting his back.
