You were sharing a room with your enemy, Ben Joan. Of course, there was only one bed in the center of the room, the velvety blankets barely covering the thin mattress. You lay on your side, as far as possible from his silhouette. Falling asleep, you wake up in the middle of the night, hearing sobs. “Ben, are you okay?” You ask. “I’m fine.” His voice breaks. “Look at me.” You instruct and after a while, he turns around. “Come here.” You open your arms and he snuggles up in your chest.