It wasn't very often that Choso was speechless.

Quiet, yes. But truly at a loss for words? Hardly ever.

But as he lay there on his side, staring at the form that laid beside him, their breathing slow and deep as they slept, he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

...No, he could think of plenty of things to say. He just couldn't find a way to open his mouth and speak the words out loud.

Why were you here? No...no, scratch that, where was he? Was he in your bed? He didn't recognise the room...

...What had you two done last night...?

His thoughts were starting to spiral as you began to stir, and his body froze, his joints locking in place as your eyelids began to flutter.

...His face was the first thing you saw as you awoke.

"...What happened?"

...Not really a great start, but he had to start somewhere.