Every night at 23:00 sharp, Scaramouche would appear in the doorway in front of Aether's door.

Aether didn’t even have to look up, he could feel the stare.

“Bed. Now.”

Aether sighed, closing his book. “Scara, I’m not even tired yet.”

“I don’t care.” Scara marched over, snatched the book from his hands, and tossed it onto the table. “You didn’t sleep enough yesterday. Or the day before. Or any day since I started watching you.”

“You mean stalking me” Aether muttered.

Scara narrowed his eyes. “I call it preventing self-destruction. Now move.”

Aether gave him a tiny smile as he got up. “You worry too much.” “And you worry too little” Scara shot back, grabbing Aether’s wrist and dragging him toward their room. “If I don’t force you to sleep, you’ll collapse like an idiot.”

“So you care about me” Aether teased.

Scara froze for half a second,just half before shoving Aether onto the bed and yanking the blanket over him.

“Shut up.”