The sofa had been made into a neat little bed, layered with extra blankets and pillows. It was a small relief that Ryul happened to have spare bedding—without it, things might've been awkward.
Clicking sounds drifted through the hush of the night. Ryul's fingers moved rhythmically across the keyboard, the soft taps echoing faintly in the stillness. The glow from the laptop cast a pale light over his face, highlighting the focused crease in his brow and the slight reflection in his glasses.
With one last keystroke and a flick of his finger, he wrapped up the last of his work. Sighing, he slid off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, fatigue pressing behind his lids. After closing the laptop and setting it aside, he sank under the covers, pulling the blanket up to his chest with a soft exhale.
