Ocean didn't look at him. He just leaned back slightly, already settling in, as if the matter were obvious.
The space beside him remained open.
Waiting.
Davian stood rooted to the spot, pillow clutched against his chest, his mind lagging several steps behind reality. The words echoed, refusing to arrange themselves into something sensible.
"What?" he finally asked, voice betraying him.
Ocean turned his head just enough to look at him. "Sleep here, Davian."
Davian swallowed.
In all his reckless imaginings, in every impossible scenario his mind had ever conjured, this had never been one of them. Ocean coming to his room was already unthinkable. Ocean asking this, calmly, plainly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, felt unreal.
His heart hammered painfully against his ribs.
This has to be a dream.
He pinched himself, sharp and quick.
It stung.
His breath hitched.
"A-Are you sure?" He asked, the words barely holding together.
