"Were you, uh… awake the whole time?"
"Yeah."
That, unfortunately, landed on an entirely different tier of embarrassing.
Not the mild, shrug-it-off kind.
Honestly, he should've never touched his face in the first place. That had been the beginning of it all. A simple, harmless gesture, until it wasn't.
Blake exhaled softly, the sound barely more than a breath, and pushed himself upright.
"What hour is it?"
"It's 5:18 p.m. I should go now."
"Okay!"
They both stood, almost in sync.
Blake stretched his arms slightly, rolling his shoulders back as if to shake off the awkwardness that still clung to him. It didn't work, or, at least, not entirely. But it helped enough.
He turned toward the kitchen, pausing halfway as a thought occurred to him.
"I'm getting some water," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "You want a glass too?"
Myles, already crouched near the door, tying his shoelaces quite fast, didn't even look up at first.
