There’s some magic in rain and thunder that lulls Baekhyun into a trance. With every rock of the car, he slips into deeper darkness, sliding down a tunnel that ends in face-to-face bench seats. The man across from him faces the window but looks at Baekhyun.

He quickly sits up; his slouching posture and relaxed legs had caged his companion in his seat. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Nighttime shades his face. “You should sleep in your cabin,” he adds, “you’ll catch cold here.”

“I’m okay.” Baekhyun squints but can’t see through the dark. “Do I know you?”

“You will,” the man replies, reaching for Baekhyun’s knee.

“Wait.” Holding his legs up like he’s trying to avoid a mouse on the floor, he evades the casual touch. “I don’t want to wake up, yet.”

“Why not?”

He doesn’t know what to say, and the man reaches for him again. Baekhyun drops his legs and leans towards him. “At least tell me your name…” There’s a whisper of something against his lips, a fleeting brush of fingers, and heavy sighs weighted with questions.