It was night. A swift breeze blew into the room. The curtains were dancing gently and were blocking his view on the man in the bed for a moment. Moriarty was nervous. He feared the beat of his heart could wake him up. He took a step forward. He was bare-footed and could feel the cold wood of the floor. The man in the bed moved. Moriarty stopped. He saw the curly hair, ruffled from the night. His face was tranquil and his skin looked soft. Moriarty could hear him breathe. His chest was moving up and down slowly. He looked so vulnerable. But he's like a tiger Moriarty thought. He looks so defenceless when he sleeps but when he's awake he's a predator. The man in the bed swallowed and mumbled something.
Then. A noise - someone was coming. Moriarty turned around and went straight to the window.
Footsteps. Someone came up the stairs. The door was opened carefully. A blond man entered the room. He looked at the man in the bed and then to the window. He felt the cold breeze and went to the window. The man looked outside but there was just darkness. He closed the window. The man in the bed moved again and shivered. The blond man turned around. He took off his bathrobe and got into the bed. Both man lay close to each other. 'Goodnight darling' said the blond man and kissed the other man's cheek.