The man beside him was still asleep and he reached out to touch him. The blond let out the breath he'd been holding when the other didn't respond.
"I'm going to marry her." He said his voice not loud enough to carry past the edges of the king sized bed.
"I'm telling you now, because I don't want to know how you'll response when you're awake." The sleeping man made a noise, but didn't wake.
"I do love her you know, not like I love you, but I think maybe I could learn to love her this way." With his fingers he traced the length of the other man's face. The sleeper made another noise that could have been his companion's name.
"Maybe I won't. Maybe I won't ever be able to love any one like I love you." He laughed, but not loud enough to wake the other, "I wish I could just marry you, I know you'd call me an idiot if you were awake, but it's true. Who cares about you father or my grandmother? Who cares about official recognition? We could give it all up and live like commoners. Though the idea of you living as anything but a prince is laughable" The blond man wasn't paying attention to his companion at this point. His eyes were fixed on a spot above the door and they were becoming damp. The breathing of the dark haired man was no longer deep and even.
"I don't want to marry her. Oh god I'm crying, I told myself that I wasn't going to. I don't even know why I'm telling you this! You're asleep you can't hear me! You wouldn't want to anyway. I guess it just felt too shallow to leave it all in a letter, but I suppose there is no good way to tell the love of life you're marring someone else." As spoke he rose from the bed. He bent down to take his clothes, but before his hand reached the garments he straightened back up.
"You know what? I'm taking some of your clothes, no one but your sister will notice, and this way I can pretend it's you I'm living with. The letter is in the pocket of my jeans anyway."
He paused, now dressed in the other man's clothes, with his hand on the door.
"I hate saying goodbye, because I'll see you later. But it'll never be like this again, so Sayōnara, I'll love you always." The door closed and room felt empty though the dark haired man still lay in bed, his eyes fully open now. He didn't get up to read the letter, though he would later. For the time being he just lay there as he had throughout the other's whole speech, his hand on the quickly cooling part of the bed where the blond had been.
AN: I just wanted to try my hand at objective point of view, as you can see I'm not very good at it.