Leon kept still, his breathing slow and even, the picture of unconsciousness. He had no idea Racheal had already changed into fresh clothes from her inventory; with his eyes closed, he couldn't risk a glance to confirm. All his sharpened senses told him was that she had stepped back into the room.
'This is so embarrassing,' he thought, jaw tight. 'If I so much as twitch, it'll look like I was peeking… I don't want to seem like some kind of pervert.'
He was still weighing whether to "wake up" now or later when a sharp rap echoed against the door.
Leon's body tensed instantly. His senses flared out, brushing against the familiar aura beyond the threshold. 'Adrian…?' What is he doing here?
Racheal's brows furrowed as she moved to the door. The moment it creaked open, her eyes widened.
"It's you." Her voice held a hint of surprise, even wariness.
Adrian stood there, equally startled to see her. For a beat he didn't answer, then finally managed, "Can I come in?"
