WRONG.
Florian was so wrong.
He had thought that settling in for the night would be easy. That exhaustion would simply take over, and sleep would claim him without issue. So, he had dusted off one of the old, creaky beds and lay down, carefully placing Azure beside him, hoping that the familiar warmth of the small creature would lull him into rest.
What he hadn't expected?
Heinz—calm, quiet, completely unbothered—laying down on the bed right next to his.
They weren't close, and yet, this was too close.
Florian swallowed hard. His skin prickled with unease, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs like a war drum. This... this felt too intimate. Too deliberate.
And worse? Heinz didn't say a word.
Silence stretched between them like an invisible tether, fragile yet suffocating. Florian had always assumed he preferred Heinz's silence over his usual sharp remarks, but this? This was unbearable.
