The next night I found myself at his bedroom again. He was awake this time, his bed scattered with drawings of cloths. I was about to leave when I did something unusual, I knocked into his dresser. In all of my existence I had never made this type of blunder. I waited for something not knowing exactly what. He stared at me, his tired eyes narrowing in confusion
"I must have fallen asleep." He said rubbing his eyes, a relieved smile appeared on his face. He looked at me expectantly. What should I do? I fumbled for something to say when he scooted on his bed and patted the vacant area. I made my way to the bed slowly getting in, like the night before he hugged me. His head resting on my shoulder.
"I'm glad you're back." He said before he fell asleep. The warm feeling in my chest returned and I smiled.

Note: This story is in the process of being severely edited so it may take a while to update. This part was fine and I didn't just want to do a note. I hate when authors do that. Thanks for reading~