We got back to chatting like always. The food arrived and was soon done just too lazy to stand. I sometimes looked at him to see if there were any scars or bruises or even scratches. There was none.
"What were you doing out at night anyways. Got another friend?"
"..Nothing much. I was walking but I met some annoying strays that blocked my way. "
"Oh. Seems fun."
"Dude! What, of what I said, seems fun to you? I was irritated but they just wouldn't leave me alone. So I just …felt frustrated and had to let it out somehow so I took a longer walk. "
"Sorry man, I was insensitive. "
"What got you all moody tonight?"
"Nothing. I am NOT moody, okay??"
"Sure you're not~." He said with a cheeky smile that made the mood just light up. It was his way of changing the subject but I didn't have an objection to it.
"Going to sleep soon?"
"Yeah. I'm pooped. I'll probably wake up late tomorrow so maybe just open the door for the fixers while you're up early. They will do your room tomorrow. Also pick one of the opened rooms in the corridor."
"Sounds rough working in the summer."
"Tell me about it. But I wouldn't have anything to do otherwise. You know I hate being out much. I also love doing what I do so it is a win-win. But you're right, It's rough when you're not doing it for fun or because you want to."
"Good luck then. I'll do the cleanup, just go rest you ass. "
"You're the best. Night."
"Night."
I was up for a few hours before I felt sleepy once more. I went to his room and he was sleeping soundly. It was weird. He was peacefully sleeping when he came back, sticking of blood. There were no scars on him that I could see so it probably wasn't his. So what the hell happened? I got in bed, stared at his face and just slept. I was even weirder when sleeping next to a suspicious person. Peacefully at that.
I couldn't explain it if I tried.