Chapter 77

"You don't have to cook for three, he slept already. Maybe he will wake up only tomorrow morning," Adler uttered, a bitter smile forming on Arthur's lips who hummed in response.

After a small dinner, Both males went to the room to sleep. Adler slipped inside the sheets, pulling the younger by the waist, snaking him between the hands, and burying his face in the younger's neck. It felt nice for him, the unfamiliar warmness, moreover the presence of someone beside him, no more the felt loneliness.

"Good night, Bun." He pecked Franklyn's hair before slipping into a deep slumber while Franklyn was wriggling in his sleep.

The very next day, Arthur and Adler gathered in the hall, getting ready to go out to the base. Arthur shot Adler a quizzical look, silently asking to confirm about Franklyn coming to the base as the younger came to the hall, All prepared.

"He is coming," His crude voice was expected though, yet the little squeeze in Arthur's heart was unexpected. He didn't like this an