Warren almost laughed at Nathan's change in priorities, "Aren't you going to ask about what happened just now?" Nathan looked up after he finished getting all the dust bunnies off of him, "Are we in trouble?" he asked. Warren shook his head. "Then why should I worry about it?" Nathan picked up the blanket from the floor, climbing back into Warren's bed.

Warren raised an eyebrow at how comfortable Nathan had seemed to have made himself in his room. He didn't think on it much before his urge to sleep took over. Warren shut the light off before he grabbed the throw pillow he was using before and slid back into bed next to Nathan.

Warren figured the other would scoot once his side came in contact with Nathan's back, but he made no such move.

"What did you dream about to make you shout like that?" Warren asked quietly in the dark. Nathan wasn't asleep, but maybe if he stayed still enough Warren would think he was. But to his displeasure, Warren wasn't stupid. He knew that Nathan was still awake; his back muscles had yet to relax against his arm. "I actually… I wanted to tell you something." Warren spoke softly as he lay staring at the ceiling. "I'm not sure how to say it… I don't even know how you'll take it…"

Nathan's ears perked up. Warren's words sounded vulnerable, lonely even. They made his chest hurt with all the pain that radiated off of them. It made him want to know what Warren was going to say even more.

"Hey… Nathan?" Warren asked in the dark. Nathan didn't respond right away, still trying to fight himself, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up the act forever, "Hmm?"

"Remember… when we were in your room, and I hugged you when you started crying?" Nathan didn't know how to respond, so he disobeyed his brain and rolled over to face Warren. Warren turned his head; the lights from outside helping him see the boy next to him.

"And… when I held your hand after you freaked out at school?" Nathan could feel his face heat up. He didn't know where this was going, but nodded his head anyways. Warren suddenly became nervous, looking away from Nathan as he spoke his next words.

"Why didn't get angry at me? I mean, I hurt you. You also could have left me with Zach and that other guy, but you got help. Why?" Nathan suddenly regretted his decision to respond. He wasn't one for talking about his feelings.

"I don't know." Nathan said quietly. He said it so quiet that Warren had to strain to hear him. Warren held a thoughtful expression. His question wasn't really answered, but it was enough to suffice Warren's curiosity. "…what did you want to tell me?" Nathan asked eventually, his overwhelming concern eventually taking over him.

Warren sighed, turning his body so he was facing Nathan eye-to-eye. "I… I just wanted you to know that I... I mean… I feel like… I can trust you and…"

Warren took a long time to get to the point, but Nathan had a feeling he knew what Warren was trying to say. Warren wanted to be his friend, Nathan knew that, but all he could think about was what his father would think.

He also had to take in the account of the dream he had about the other boy. He felt like he couldn't look at any part of Warren's body without his mind flying to the images he had seen in his dream. A sudden flash of Warren moaning his name had crossed his mind which only proved his point more.

Nathan was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn't even noticed that Warren had started to go on and on about nothing in particular.

"…I'm sorry I'm just rambling… I tend to do that a lot but you probably already knew that because I somehow always end up doing it while I'm with you and—

"I want to be your friend, Warren. You're... a nice guy. Most people want me for my money, and I actually think... I can trust you." Warren opened his mouth, but Nathan raised his hand to stop him. Warren closed his mouth, waiting patiently for Nathan to find his words.

"And… I deserved what you did to me in the hallway, so please stop feeling guilty. I let my anger get the best of me and I would have done something stupid if you hadn't stopped me. And the gun…"

Warren shook his head, halting Nathan's explanation. "I know it was a fake, you don't need to explain it to me." Nathan raised an eyebrow. Warren didn't kick the gun hard enough for it to go the distance the fake did. It was way too large to be as light as it was.

"So… we can? Be friends, I mean." Warren asked. Nathan hesitated but nodded anyways, deciding to just ignore the nagging thoughts about his father for now. Warren smiled huge as he leaned forward, his chest against Nathan's as he held him in an awkward hug. When he finally pulled back from the uncomfortable hug, he was still too close for Nathan's comfort.

But Warren didn't even think about how Nathan felt as he looked over the other's face. The orange hues from the light outside made Nathan's blue eyes look grey, his pale skin looking almost flawless. Like there weren't any bruises altering his appearance. He then realized that Nathan was the only boy, aside from Leonardo DiCaprio, that he has actually found quite attractive. Nathan watched Warren in confusion. Why wasn't he moving away from him?

Nathan couldn't move too far back or else he'd fall into the space between the wall and the bed. He noticed how the bruise along Warren's cheek bone was dark and swollen in comparison to his somewhat clear skin. When Nathan's eyes finally landed on Warren's lips, he thought about his dream. How he looked with saliva falling down his chin, being fucked completely senseless. When Warren noticed where Nathan was staring, his subconsciously licked his lips, waking Nathan from his fantasy.

Nathan could feel his heart beat pick up speed. He would be in danger if he didn't back up, now. Nathan tore his gaze away from Warren's face, clearing his throat and turning over to face the wall. Warren finally noticed how incredibly close he was to the other, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.

"Good night..." Nathan mumbled into the pillow. Warren turned back onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "Good night, Nathan."