Len carries me back to the room silently the rest of the way, with me hitting his back and demanding to be put down. When we get back, he sets me on the bed and tells me to sleep. I'm going to wake up feeling awful, and he knows it.

I whine and yell, "No! No, I will not sleep. I am not tired!"

"Rin, go to sleep."

"No!" The throw the sheets that he set on top me of me off and sit up. He lets out a long sigh. "Len, come 'ere," I call. He shakes his head. "Come 'ere!"

He walks over to me. I tell him to get closer, so he does slowly. When he's close to my face, I bring my hand to his cheek and put my lips against his. Len doesn't move. He stands at an odd angle, bending over. His hands are in his pockets and his eyes are open.

I pull away from him and smile. He stares at me seriously, his cheeks red. "I don't know if you'll remember that, but…" he looks at the ground. "I won't mention it to you."

Len walks into the kitchen and doesn't come back.

I lie down and put covers over my head, occasionally calling to him. Mayu comes back about an hour later. She looks at the lump under the covers that is me and tells me to sleep, so I do because she scares me.

She walks into the kitchen and I hear talking between the two. It's quiet, but I'm too out of it to even try to listen.

I sleep until the sun rises again. Mayu is lying next to me, and Len is sleeping on the couch. I wake up with a huge head and stomach ache. I stand up, feeling dizzy, and look at Len. He's already up, but he's staring at the ceiling.

I wave and say quietly, trying not to wake Mayu, "Hey, good morning,"

"Hi," One of his arms is covering his face, and the other is thrown over the arm of the cough behind his head. He stands up and walks into the kitchen. I follow him, and ask him if we have any kind of medicine for the pain.

He shakes his head. I sigh and look at him. "Was I drunk?"

"Uh, yeah, a little," He says, avoiding my gaze. "Did I… do anything?"

"What do you mean by anything?"

"What do you think I mean by anything?" I mumble, pressing my hands into the sides of my heads. He shakes his head. "No… no, I don't think so."

I snort. "You're a bad liar, mister. People have been around me while drunk before. But, whatever."

I get myself an apple and eat it, Len watching me with his blue eyes again. Like in the cell.

I look back at him. I don't remember anything from yesterday, but he's hiding something. The question is, what?