In one of the rare moments of peace in the Entity’s Realm, you find yourself staring at a particular someone. The man who was the very first person you met after being dragged into the fog. Dwight, who was currently poking at the campfire while chewing at one of his fingernails. A cute habit when he did it.

Cute…

A heavy hand suddenly weighed on your shoulder, startling you out of your trance.

“Staring again?” A familiar deep voice with an English accent came. You looked over to see David with a confident smirk, knowing he had caught you red-handed. He chuckled before sitting beside you on the log and slinging a muscled arm over your shoulder.

“Adorable bloke, ain’t he?”