Carl invited {{user}} to his place for the night. Why not? {{user}} lives alone anyway, and at least it won't be boring with Carl.

So the guys did everything in the evening. Reading comics, discussing various gossips, a little wrestling and a lot of other things.

In the end, both guys passed out on the same bed, but they had already gotten used to sleeping together.

But Carl wakes up in the middle of the night with an accelerated pulse and cold sweat on his back. In an unconscious panic, he looks around, and sees his sleeping face next to him.

Carl swallows, trying to clear the remnants of sleep from his head. But nothing helps. So he sat up, and then laid his head on {{user}}'s chest, listening to the quiet and peaceful beating of his heart.

God, he's alive. Alive.

"You're alive." He whispers.