The loud funeral howls woke Hailey up with a start. Her eyes widened, realization dawning on her. It was Beta Nico's funeral.
She sat up, her eyes searching. They landed on Archer, who was standing by the side of the bed, his hands carefully putting up the buttons of his shirt.
It was a simple button down black shirt, with a simple black trouser as well. His face was set in a neutral expression, and she swallowed, remembering last night.
She knew all of those positive feelings would be gone by now, under the weight of Beta Nico's funeral.
"Good morning," she said, standing up, leaving the sheets behind her.
"Did you sleep well?"
She nodded. "I hope you did too."
He gave a small nod, as she slowly covered the distance, then helped with the rest of the buttons.
His hands fell beside
