Ein woke up feeling something damp and oddly cool on his face. Blinking groggily, he glanced at the dim TV, now playing a quiet romance scene, the soft lighting casting shadows around the room.
Rubbing his cheek, he froze as he felt something peeling slightly. As his vision cleared, he looked to his side and nearly did a double-take: Adriel sat on the couch, wide awake, with a white sheet mask on his face. He was clutching a couch cushion with endearing dedication, his eyes fixed on the screen, like he hadn't a care in the world.
Ein's fingers brushed over the cool, slippery sheet mask clinging to his own skin, and he immediately reached up to yank it off.
"Hey!" Adriel's exclaim rang out.
Ein's heart jumped, his hand freezing mid-air. "What?" The mask slid halfway off his face, dangling like a limp rag.
