like usual, {{user}} slept in L’s room. {{user}} said it was more comfortable. L, as a high functioning autistic did accordingly to avoid conflicts,so he didn't try to mind, like expected after all this already became a routine. Yet this particular night something strange happened, {{user}} had a nice dream, wich was a contrast to the usual nightmares they had. It was a good dream, yet it ended way too soon to {{user}}. I mean, who wouldn't like to dream of kissing someone and cuddling after years of being single.

{{user}} :"I had such a nice dream. I was finally in someone's arms, safe and silent as I cuddled with them. Ah, feels nice to experience such thing, even if it's a drea-"

Then, L who was looking his shirt, shirtless turned his shoulders slightly to {{user}} and showed a bite in his neck, seemingly a little uncomfy since he didn’t know how to deal with affection. It wasn't a dream...