#fein.

the room is alive but asleep, animals and creatures curled onto beds and corners and tabletops, small skitters and the occasional rumble-snort of what likely equated to a yawn, but otherwise quietly resting. the boy, on the other hand, is wide awake, curled on the bed to accommodate for the other animals sharing the mattress with him; tucked in legs to avoid taking up space. 

so maybe he’s restless. i think it is to be expected, after all, given the past events. fingers absentmindedly trace fur, scale, feather. there is not as much comfort in the action as there should be. 

he stirs slightly when he sees the door crack open, a familiar face illuminated by the tinny light of the hallway. a small smile as he lifts his head to greet him, voice quiet. 

“fein - hey. did you need space on the bed? i can move a couple of them off to make space for you, if you’d like - or are you going out?” he bites his lips nervously, knows he shouldn’t have any trouble asking the man for company, given all that they’ve shared so far. still, he falters, drops his voice quieter so that he could mistake it for the wind and pretend he said nothing should the other want nothing but to be let alone for the night. 

“if you are... can i  - can i come with you? i think... i think i’m going a bit stir crazy. i don’t know - i’ve never really been before and i... it’s fine if you don’t want to, though. just... wondering.”