Riven blinked, unsure of what Ronan meant at first. Then it dawned on him—the awkward reality of where he was going to sleep. Heat crept up his neck, and he glanced at the door again. "For tonight... I'll be sleeping in..."
Please, do not make me say it. It is already awkward enough!
Ronan's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to nod. He already knew what the answer would be, but hearing it out loud still hurt. "In Soren's room," he finished for him, his voice barely above a whisper.
Riven winced, wanting to reach out and reassure Ronan but not sure how to do so without making things worse. "I... I just think it's fair," he said slowly. "I've been here since... well, since everything happened. And it's only one more night. Tomorrow, I'll go with you."
Ronan looked down at their joined hands, his fingers gripping just a bit tighter. "I understand," he said, forcing a small smile.
