Noel perched on the only clear patch on the edge of the bed, knees tight together as if avoiding the tangle of hoodies that claimed the rest of the mattress.
His posture was stiff, as though the chaos might swallow him whole.
Luca leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching with an amused smirk. "You look like you're visiting a crime scene."
"It feels like one," Noel replied, brushing an invisible speck of dust from his jeans. "I think the socks are plotting something in the corner."
Luca chuckled and crossed the room, nudging aside a sneaker with his foot before collapsing onto the mattress beside Noel.
The bed dipped sharply, forcing Noel to lean toward him.
"Relax," Luca said, stretching out on his back like he owned the chaos. "It's just a room, not a trap."
Noel glanced around again, lips twitching. "Debatable."
Luca rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand so he could watch Noel more directly. "Admit it—you kind of like it. It's got character."
