The room was still, shadows spilling across the walls as Leo closed the door.
You could almost hear the remnants of Derek and Jonas's earlier chatter, hanging in the air, a background drone he couldn't shake.
Leo peeled off his clothes from the day, slung them over the chair, and wandered into the bathroom.
The shower water was warm, but it barely touched the knot in his chest.
He moved slow after towel over his skin, fresh shirt, soft pants dropping onto his bed, tracing the blanket with his fingers.
His eyes locked on the ceiling but his thoughts drifted off somewhere else.
He wanted to leave, step out into the night get air, breathe but exhaustion tugged him back.
"I'm… so sleepy," he mumbled, though he doubted he'd actually sleep.
Derek's voice wormed its way in, sharp and teasing.
"You really think no one's noticing?" Derek had said, arms crossed, that grin faltering. "You're crew. He's the lead. It's weird."
Jonas wasn't far behind.
