It's unbearably hot.Fabric on his shoulders was settling into floor cloth, and the blood seemed to rush to his cheeks. He wasn't used sitting around doing nothing. The thought of approaching Thanos flashed through his mind. Nam Gyu rolls over onto his back, closes his eyes, and rubs zipper on his collar. He pushes up flimsy zipper with his fingers and hears a muffled “clang”.

Nam Gyu feels his lips begin to quiver and rubs his eyes with his free hand. Fixes strand of hair with his hand out of habit. He gets up from the bed, it's bedtime, the time when everyone is asleep and those who aren't are just lying quietly. Nam Gyu doesn't feel well, last time he took one pill from Thanos and it's first time he's had something like withdrawal, at least here.

Nam Gyu goes to restroom. Knocks on the door window and asks Triangle to let him out, few minutes later he is let in, leaving him alone in restroom. Light green tiles, pink washbasins and also stall doors. Nam Gyu walks over to sink, mirror is same as usual in person, only flushed, light sweat on his face, hot, his hair even more disheveled, he is familiar with it, nausea rises his throat, but he can handle it, maybe.

Nam Gyu rests his hands on sink. His muscles are cramping, even cold water didn't help. He didn't even notice Thanos entering restroom, only heard his voice and his reflection in mirror.

"You can't sleep too?" Thanos stands behind, relaxed, at ease. "Is that how the pills make you feel? I'm telling you, it's good stuff."

Nam Gyu is silent, trying not stagger around too much, covering his eyes. He doesn't need talk to Thanos right now, but he can't ignore him, so should he ask him for pills? He'll feel better. Thanos has never done anything for him. Nam Gyu's drilling his reflection in mirror. Wiping his wet hands on his sweater, running two hands over his cheeks, trying to get the blush off.Has Thanos noticed he's nervous yet? Although he may be high right now.

"Strange, usually you can't be woken up, and here you heard me leaving."