Chronos emerged from the bathroom for the fourth time that day, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and collapsed onto the couch like someone who had given up the will to even sit up.
Pete's living room was quiet—almost oppressively so.
The house was a reflection of its owner: understated, meticulously organized. It was filled with an unreasonable number of books and plants, which was really rare in this era.
Chronos loved it here, but he would never say that out loud, of course. Because saying it out loud was bound to be heard by someone.
Secretly living with the person you love without anyone knowing still had its fair share of fun.
He loved how they would secretly hold hands under everyone's eyes. He loved how they would flirt, and no one would notice. He loved how they would run around and then kiss when no one was watching.
