The alarm went off at six thirty.
Noel's hand shot out, silencing it immediately. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, heart already picking up speed.
Beside him, Luca stirred. "Morning."
"Morning."
"How'd you sleep?"
"Fine." A lie. Noel had woken up three times, mind spinning through his presentation, anticipating questions he might not be able to answer.
Luca rolled onto his side, studying him in the dim light. "You're a terrible liar."
"I slept some."
"Better than nothing." Luca's hand found his under the covers, fingers lacing together. "You ready?"
"No. Yes. I don't know."
"That's honest, at least."
Noel turned his head, meeting Luca's eyes. "I don't want to freeze. What if they ask something I can't answer?"
"Then you'll say 'that's a great question, let me think about it' and you'll figure it out. Like you always do."
"You make it sound simple."
