There was something poking at his back.
It was most likely a book from the book shelf behind him, or another one of those absurd decorative items people liked to put everywhere and served no reason except for gathering dust.
But he didn't have the time to think of this and just ignored it.
And even though it was dark, he could very well see the outlines of everything around them.
It was mostly the outlines, as his entire being and all his senses were focused on one single thing.
Eadan.
And Eadan was dropping to his knees on the floor in front of him.
Eadan had taken him entirely off guard when he'd pushed him in the nearest room and was now all over him.
"Eadan, what are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"I don't know, just…"
"What?"
They were whispering, ev
