At that time-

He was curled up on his bed, staring at his ceiling, fingers pressed against his lips.

... The awful feeling of that.

He did not know how to quantify his feelings, beyond the fact that they were not normal feelings for him to have. He felt all twisted up inside; bitterness, stabbing into him like a knife.

... He wondered if that would scar, too.

The door opening.

" Nova... Are you alright? It's dark in here..."

The light flickered on; Nova curled up underneath his blanket further. It was Kaama, but he did not want to speak with him.

He could hear him cross the room, and felt him sit next to him on the bed.

He pulled the blanket back a bit.

" ... Hey, Nova, what's wrong? I haven't seen you at all since Lorhe's birthday..."

Nova reached up, and placed his hand on the back of his neck, soft.

Stared up at him, thoughts and words all mixed up in his head, messed up.

" Kaama... How do you feel about me? Do you love me? Would you..."

A moment.

Kaama dipped away, standing. To leave.

" ... Of course, Lyena."