As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dark again, I discovered that there were a bunch of cushions in one corner. There were also superhero posters on the walls, a drawer, a shelf with a bunch of old toys, and some wires and things scattered on the floor.
"We can stay here," he said, indicating the cushions.
Together we make a bed. It turned out that there were enough cushions to create a huge tableau for the two of us to lie down on, side by side. He lay on his back and I lay on my stomach.
We spent a few minutes in silence, but since I couldn't get to sleep (and keeping quiet isn't something I know how to do for long), I broke it off with a question:
"This house was yours?"
"Mine and Ankor's," he replied, his voice low and listless.
“Lucian, why don't you and Viktor get along?
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