Aiden

I flipped on the lights to see Roman standing there, barefoot and staring up at me.

"How long have you been standing here?"

"I followed you from the sitting room," he replied casually.

Followed me? How the hell did I not notice?

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

No answer.

"Do you need something?"

His eyes dropped to the bottle in my hand.

"Oh." I tilted it slightly. "You're thirsty."

I extended it toward him.

He looked at the rim, then at me, his nose wrinkled.

"Mister, can't I get ...