Somewhere Over the Rainbow

“Oh I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh I’m sorry, what?”

*giggles*  He’s like you.

{Tristen shrinks down even more, fiddling with his covered hands as his face gets more and more red and his voice broken, trying to be near silent.} O-O-O…O-Okay… 

…A-A-Are you sure..?

Y-Y-Y-Yeah. Like… W-W-We both sleep i-in it. But we don’t ha-h-have t-t-to. {His face grows bright red and he shrinks down, covering his hands entirely with his sleeves.} I can a-a-always sleep on the couch o-o-or sleep in Zarek’s r-r-r-room.

{Tristen stays quiet, fiddling with his sleeves, biting the skin from his lips.} M…M-M-Maybe both..?

I don’t want you sleeping a-anywhere other than where y-y-you’re comfy.

You be uncom…fortable. You should sleep o-o-on a bed.

You can use my be-b-bed and I’ll sleep on the co…uch.

Who said I would? He doesn’t kn-know my name or address. And you said he-h-he’d be home by now.