*Paul is sprawled on his bed, fast asleep. He's forgotten to take his glasses off, and they're dangling somewhere between nose and ear.*

*Paul snores.*

*Paul sits leaned against his headboard, one foot on the bed and the other dangling off the side, idly running up and down scales.*

The stars are very bright. Paul sits on a fallen tree, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands. He is still exhausted, but it's a nervous sort of exhaustion that leaves sleep as elusive as a straight answer from Will ( Read more... )