As you stand up, stretch your legs and announce your intention to take a quick shower, you notice Regulus’s demeanor shift immediately.

"You're leaving?" his voice carrying a weight that seems too heavy for the simple act of taking a shower.

You nod, explaining "Just for a ten-minute shower Reg."

He gets up, closing the space between you "Can I.. maybe join you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

The question isn't just about wanting to be close; it’s about a fear of separation.