The two of you had said goodnight to each other half an hour ago, and yet neither of you have actually fallen asleep. Instead, you're just lying there dressed for bed, looking at each other. Micah's yellow eyes are thoughtful in the dark, examining something in your expression - though what, you can't be sure. He's lying across from you, shirtless, but wearing shorts with a silly alien pattern on them.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't make you uncomfortable asking you to share a bed, did I?"