Ruaan opened his eyes the next morning.
He blinked at the ceiling twice and then tried to move, and his entire body filed a formal complaint in every direction simultaneously.
He groaned, pressing his teeth together.
A hand touched the back of his head, and he flinched.
"Rest," Harolin said to him with that thick morning voice, his face not too far from his.
'Wow, he's so hot. Wait... He's still here?'
Ruaan thought as he refused to rest, just like Harolin had instructed. He turned over slowly, with the energy of someone negotiating with their own muscles, and found Harolin lying beside him, looking completely fine. More than fine.
He was looking better than last night. With his eyes clear, his skin doing whatever skin did when a person had no physical complaints whatsoever.
Ruaan stared at him.
"Why do you look like that?" Ruaan said.
"Like what?"
"Like a person. Like a normal functional person. After everything that last night, and I'm like the wrecked one."
