Harrow frowns deeply. Firstly, he can tell that's a lie, but secondly... Light, he really wants to believe it. He rolls over with his back to Steve, but he can't close his eyes. How could he go to sleep now? An uncomfortable sense of longing sits deep in his chest. Frustrated, he breaches the sheets like a whale from the sea and flops back down onto the bed facing Steve.

Ugh. That doesn't help. He doesn't know what to say, how to express himself. He's not even sure what just happened. And it's not like Steve would know. It wasn't like he was actually there. Steve probably had a strange dream in Viatorus's body and they woke up at the same time, he wagers. He's in Steve's body, so of course he's having his dreams... but would it be right to tell him about it? Taking a shower in someone else's body is one thing, but invading a man's inner thoughts is another.

He kicks off the blankets and rolls out of bed.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee or somethin'," he says groggily. "I'm just gonna stay up all night 'cause I'm havin' some weird, sad dreams and I ain't about that shit. You want anything while I'm out?"