[Johan's POV]
"I... I don't think I can do this, Adrian," Johan said after he set up his laptop on the computer chair that he pulled at the foot of the bed. Disappointment gleamed in Adrian's expression, sending a pang of remorse in his stomach.
Adrian scratched his nape, closing his eyes for a moment before he sighed through a saddened smile. "It's okay, Han. I understand. I won't force you if you're not comfortable doing it. It's fine."
Resting his elbows above the pillow on his lap, Johan stared at Adrian through his laptop's screen. Silence enveloped them, making him whine as he face-planted on his duvet.
Adrian laughed, teasingly. "What's gotten into you, Han?"
Johan hugged the pillow and propped his chin on the bed's surface, frowning at Adrian, who chuckled some more. "Jerk."
"What~? What did I do?"
