Adam stirred to the other side of the bed dipping when Michael got up. He was about to ask where hell he thought he was going, it was still dark outside, but then he glanced at the alarm clock and gives up. He must have a darn good reason to be up at 3.17.
Adam switched the side and wrapped himself tighter into the blankets to compensate the lack of body heat next to him. He nearly managed drift off again, but a small part in the back of his mind decided to stay wake waiting Michael to return to bed.
But when the clock showed that it had already been half an hour, Adam could do anything else than get up and start looking. Michael didn't usually wander off, especially in the middle of the night.
The whole place was dark and Adam didn't bother to switch the lights on and ended up bumping into a table. But then he heard it, a soft voice from the balcony. He padded at the glass door.
Michael was leaning to the railing, picking the old paint of it and time to time glancing up on the sky. "-at least something. It would be nice to know that we at least matter some to you, even though you clearly don't care."
Adam closed the door as quietly as he could and headed back to the bedroom. This was something Michael wanted to keep personal.