"Aiden."
Aiden blinked.
His hand hovered just over the handle, fingers twitching as if he had been about to open it.
He turned his head slightly, meeting Adrian's gaze. His friend was sitting up in bed, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen.
"Where are you going?"
Aiden opened his mouth, but the words didn't come.
Adrian shifted, moving out of bed. He didn't approach immediately, just watched him carefully. "This is the second time," he said, voice quieter now.
He turned away from the door, rubbing at his temple. "I just woke up here," he muttered, more to himself than anything.
His head felt heavy, thoughts sluggish.
There was a rustle of sheets behind them.
"Not again," Sevan mumbled groggily. His tired voice cut through the silence as he sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
"Seriously?"
"That's what I said," Adrian muttered, running a hand down his face.
"Aiden, what's going on?"
