Helios groaned as he blinked his eyes open. His head was pounding, and the morning sun wasn’t helping with his hangover. He snapped his eyes back shut, close to drifting off to bed again. But he was awake within seconds when Max made a panic noise and shot up.
“Alec? Oh, god,” he said, he had paled, he was smacking the empty space around him. “Helios, was he here? Or did I imagine the whole thing and he’s still dead, and oh f**k. I imagined it!”
“Max,” Helios groaned, he tried to sit up but an arm around his torso was blocking him. He scowled as he swatted the arm, and now that he looked at it, it was too pale to be Matt.
He turned around and blinked a few times when he realised it wasn’t Matt who had his arm thrown over his torso; it was Oliver clinging to him.
“Max?” Alec asked as h
