The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, and the only light came from the moon streaming in through the window. You shifted a little under the blanket, trying to get more comfortable, but Marc’s presence behind you had started to feel too close in the heat of the night.

“Marc, can you move away a bit? I’m sweating here,” you said, half-embarrassed by how uncomfortable it had gotten, but knowing he’d understand. After a few seconds, you felt him shift a little, his body moving slightly away from yours.

You were about to say something to thank him, but before you could, you heard the unmistakable sound of him standing up from the bed. The bed creaked slightly under his weight, and then, to your surprise, he didn’t just sit back down on the edge, but instead, you heard him lie down on the floor with a soft thud, followed by the rustle of a pillow.

You blinked in the dim light, unsure if you heard that right. Marc had always been considerate, but this? You didn’t expect him to actually leave the bed just because you felt a little uncomfortable.

“Marc?” you asked quietly, peeking over the edge of the bed. His back was turned to you, facing the floor, his usual playful grin nowhere to be found in the quiet of the room.

There was a long pause before he spoke, his voice soft but laced with an almost playful, teasing tone. “I didn’t want you to feel bad. I’m fine here,” he muttered, his voice almost muffled by the pillow he had tucked under his head.

You felt a strange mix of emotions—guilt, affection, and something else you couldn’t quite place. Marc had always been like this, selfless and ready to put others before himself, but this felt different, more thoughtful than usual.