Inigo awoke first that following morning with Owain's heavy and sweating body on top of him. It appeared they had changed positions in their sleep again like several previous nights. He breathed heavily, quickly realizing just how hot his body was. Sweat soaked the bed sheets and the mattress. Finally Inigo gasped, removing himself arms from around Owain and shaking him awake, pushing him to the other side of the bed. "It's so HOT!" Inigo said as he pushed the blankets back.

Owain groaned, as he gathered himself together, sitting upright and rubbing his eyes. "Inigo, must you be so loud first thing in the morning?" he muttered tiredly with a heavy yawn, lying back down, and face-up. The swordmaster groaned as he turned onto his side and opened his eyes, staring up at Inigo lazy eyed. "Just once I'd like to sleep in on a day we aren't fighting a battle," he said groggily.

Inigo blinked at Owain, staring back down at him and sighed. "S-sorry. I was just overheating," he said as he kicked his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching. He sighed in relief as he swiped his hand across his forehead, clearing away the sweat built up around his hair lines. "I'm heading out early this morning. Do you want me to get anything while I'm out?"

"Could you get me some sword polisher, actually? I'm running low and I don't want any of my blades to get rusty," he said as he sat back up. "Do you also want to try and get lunch later today? I can meet somewhere in town?"

Inigo had just finished buttoning up his tunic and was slipping on his boots. "Oh um…a-actually I don't think I can," he said nervously. "I uh, gotta go do something right after I finish some errands for mother." Inigo, in a bit of a rush, wanting to get going as soon as he could, began making his way to the tent exit only be stopped suddenly by Owain gripping the mercenary by the wrist.

"Inigo, don't think I haven't forgotten about last night. You said right before you fell asleep we could talk this morning!"

Inigo stared back at Owain, biting his lip, nervous and anxious to be away from him. "L-look, Owain…" he said as he looked away, pulling his arms free, "I know I said I would but…I can't! It's a secret!"

"Well, why can't you tell me?!" Owain barked, standing from the bed. "Stop making promises if you can't keep them!" he said, tightening his grip around Inigo. "Please…please talk to me!"

"It's nothing bad, I promise!" Inigo said, pulled his hand free from Owain. "L-look, I'm sorry….I'm sorry I haven't been very honest with you, Owain but just…you need to trust me! There isn't anything bad going on and if you'd just be patient and wait, maybe you'd realize it!" he snapped, groaning curses under his breath.

"What the heck is that suppose to mean?!" Owain said, taking a step forward. "How can I trust you when you're always running away from me?!"

Inigo was silent for a moment, hesitating before turning back towards the tent's exit flap. "…I keep coming back, don't I?" was the last thing he said before he took off, leaving a frustrated Owain alone in their tent.

…..

Inigo had retreated to the woods again for the day, finding a sense of distraction, almost tranquility. His breathed deeply, trying to find a sense rhythm and harmony. "I guess I'll have to tell him everything tonight. Any longer and it could spell a lot more than just an argument." With a heavy sigh, Inigo began to stretch, lying down on the grass floor. "Well…this is the last rehearsal I have! I better make it count!"

…..

Owain tossed and turned on the bed even though he had gotten dress at this point. Last night and that morning kept replaying in his head over and over, trying to find out where it had gone wrong. Was he really over reacting over Inigo's actions? Should he really just let it go and allow Inigo to go about his way? "Maybe…this was all a mistake," he muttered to himself. "Inigo and I are just so different and all we do is fight…." The more Owain thought about it, the more it started to seem like the better option. "Every time we get along we're really just insulting each other and every time I want to be romantic…I never know really what to do with him," he admitted to himself.

In truth, the two characters had really only considered themselves an item for a short while.

Owain groaned as this idea kept circulating around in his head until finally he stood from the bed with a heavy sigh. "Yeah…maybe…we really are just better off as friends." The swordmaster remained in silence, letting the idea sink into his conscience. "I…I should think about this for a while and maybe see what Inigo has to tell me tonight but…" he choked, even if he was only thinking it. "…if he tries to get out of talking again then I guess that spells the end this. "