They were a student once - falling asleep on a sticky floor, and then waking up with a pillow or a ratty blanket, was not necessarily wholly unheard of.
"Ah—, it was alright, thank you, although I miss my bed rather terribly. Must head home soon. . . "
Clement trails off, -
"And here I was, ready to be completely devastated." He said sarcastically, yet there was a playfulness to his tone.
A look of horror briefly flashed in Apollo's eyes as he witnessed what could only be described as some abstract form of failed contortion. They had stood up —
- their sleep-softened gaze drifting over the impromptu bed with an air of mild suspicion, before returning to the illegible book, and its owner.
"Mm."
A beat passes and they blink again.
"You never answered my question. Are you writing something secret? I /love/ -