I jumped when Even walked into the lab.
“What are you doing up this late?” I asked, reaching for my tea and finding the cup empty.
“… It’s morning,” he answered, pointing to the window at the far end of the room.
I blinked. “Oh. So it is.”
“Do you ever stop moving? Or, you know, sleep?”
“Yes,” I answered defensively.
“In a bed?” Even appended.
I didn’t bother to dignify that with an answer, and not only because the answer would have to be “sometimes.”
“You should try it some time. I’ll show you how it works,” he said joining me at the worktable and peering over the words in my notebook. I thought about what he’d said and snickered. He looked at me oddly for a minute before blushing.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” he insisted.
“Of course not,” I smirked.
“I didn’t.”
“Does that mean you’re not offering?”
The red on Even’s pale cheeks deepened. Before he could answer, Elaeus walked in with the breakfast tea and the rest of Ansem’s students followed close behind.
