Inigo had been disappearing after nightfall again. It wasn't the first time he had done this, no not at all. The mercenary was known throughout camp for being out late, constantly flirting with strangers in the town's pubs or off getting into gods know what trouble. That was exactly why Owain was worried. He tossed and turned around in his tent's bed restlessly, sleep being the farthest thing from his mind now. It was the fifth night in a row Inigo had just vanished without any warning.

He sighed heavily as he forced himself to sit up, bringing one had to gently scratch at the back of his head and neck. "Damnit all! I…I can't sit here like this anymore! What if he's in trouble or something?" he told himself as he kicked his legs to the ground and stood up. He pulled back the few sheets from himself as his eyes traced the tent's inside, searching for his clothing. "I can't sleep at night knowing he's out so late; too many things can happen!"

Owain had just fastened his myrmadon robe on when finally the tent flap was pulled back slightly and in slumped a tired eyed Inigo, stretching his arms with a heavy yawn. "Y-you're still awake, Owain?" he said softly as he sat down at the foot of the bed and kicked of his boots. "I thought you would have gone to bed by now."

"I would have if I had known where you were again, tonight," Owain said passive aggressively, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at Inigo from behind. "You keep going out late; it…it makes me worry," he muttered as he sat back down at the other end of the bed, tapping his kneed repeatedly with his finger while trying to contain himself.

"I keep saying I'm not doing anything that important. Don't you trust me, Owain?" Inigo said sleepily, rubbing one eye and attempting to shake off the shield attached to his arm. Hardly waiting for an answer, the mercenary didn't hesitate of unbutton his tunic, let it fall to the ground beside his boots, and lay down on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. "I promised you I wouldn't go flirting a long time ago…."

"Th-that's not what I mean!" Owain said, standing back up, staring down at Inigo, his eyes burning with frustration and biting his lip, still trying to hold back. "I just…I can't sleep without you here. I sleep better with you around!" he grumbled, falling his hand into a fist.

Inigo didn't seem to really get was the myrmidon was saying as he turned over on his side with his eyes closed, beginning to unbutton his pants. "Come on, Owain! I was just out having some personal time. I don't see why you can't just trust me. I trust you whenever I'm not around," his voice trailed off to a faint whisper. With a heavy yawn, Inigo reached out a hand and patted the empty space he was expecting Owain to lay. "I'm back now…so let's just go to bed."

Owain groaned, agitated by now Inigo was only brushing this off as unneeded concern but then sighed, knowing that the mercenary was too tired to really understand how angry he was. The myrmidon sighed, letting his anger go for now and sat back down on his side of the bed while taking hold of Inigo's hand in his palm. He could hear Inigo's breathing. It was soft and gentile; warm and comforting. Owain grinned lightly, giving Inigo's hand a small squeeze. "Inigo…you awake still?" he said as he let go and undid the wrap around his robe.

"…yeah..." he croaked.

"I'm…I'm just glad you're safe." Owain, finally back down to his under garnets, lie down next to Inigo and put an arm over him.

Inigo yawned again, sloppily pulling himself closer to Owain and embracing him, his eyes still closed. "Can…can this wait until tomorrow, Owain?" he asked and he struggled to remove his trousers with a single hand.

Owain chuckled softly one last time before cupping Inigo's chin and giving him a small kiss on his forehead. "Sure. Just…don't wander off without me so early, ok?" he teased, closing his eyes for the night.