"Never got the hang of beds. Feels like you're sinking." He shrugs, glad he can't see Marcus' face. The confusion and rejection doesn't hurt, not really, but he's tired and apparently that's making him fucking sensitive. Nobody ever gets the bed thing, boo fucking hoo.

"Don't need it to sleep, though. Good with putting up with shit I don't like." And I like listening to your heartbeat. No, no, that's too strange.