Either because of the three rounds of sex, or because he was tired from the roller coaster of emotion the day before, Eugene slept soundly past his usual waking hours.
The absence of a little girl smacking his face to wake him up also helped.
Eugene stretched widely on the bed--Arthur's childhood bed--and stayed there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. It was rare for him to have a quiet space for himself, so he spent those few minutes thinking about nothing, enjoying the silence.
And then he belatedly realized it meant Arthur wasn't there, and rolled to the other side of the bed, sinking his face onto the pillow that Arthur used. Once again, he inhaled deeply, even though he couldn't smell anything but the fabric softener the house assistant used, mixed with Arthur's shampoo.
"Haa..." Eugene sighed as he rolled to his back again.
