Exploring Titan

~44~

Bathroom. Bathroom! BATHROOM!!!

I bolt upright in bed and find myself scrambling out to find the nearest toilet bowl before I piss my pants and wet the bed.

The sheer volume of liquid that came out of me was a little bit alarming. My bladder must've shrunken over the years from my limited water intake, and ever since landing on Titan it hasn't fully recovered from the consistent access to water. ESPECIALLY not after the ocean Leo basically forced me to consume last night to hydrate with.

Once I'd finished my business and cleaned up, I walk back to the bed and look at the mess we'd made.

How did I even fit in THAT!?

I look back at the tetris game of space waiting for me between Leo and Dion, and actually contemplate just lying down in the free space next to them on the bed to save myself the headache.

But I see Leo's fingers flex over the empty space I left, as if reaching for something in his sleep.

My useless heart melts at the action, and I find myself slowly slotting myself back into my rightful spot.

And not a moment after I fully settle in, do I feel soft fingers curl around me.

And Dion's face nuzzles next to my face, his deep breaths tickling my ear.

I smile despite myself.

The feelings are mutual.

The words Leo confessed ring back to me in the quiet dark room as I try not to let his words get TOO far into my head.

Because the "similar" feelings could literally mean anything.

Does he mean the horny feelings? The romantic ones?? Platonic!?

The answer was vague as all hell, but to be fair, so was I.

I was quickly growing tired of this weird dance we seem to be doing around the elephant in the room.

Which logically made NO sense given how goddamned bloody intimate we were all getting!!

Like we are all cuddling in our sleep right now like codependent puppies and kittens fresh out the womb for fucks sake!!

At what point will any of us grow a spine and say what WE'RE ALL THINKING and make a damn move!?

Heaven knows I'm too chicken shit to be the one to sort ANY of this shit out.

My money is on Leo being the one to do it-

"Your emotions are very loud right now, Mel." Leo's groggy voice suddenly speaks.

A small squeak of fear escapes my lips.

"Whatever is freaking you out, can you tell it to fuck off till morning?" His half asleep voice paused for a bit, "In fact, tell it to fuck off, period."

His words were so slurred I doubt he was fully awake to register what he was even saying.

"Dy might be too far into dreamland to say it, but we're all here for you no matter what."

My emotions must be firing off signals of panic and loneliness. That's the only explanation for the words he's saying.

I smile and let the warmth of their deep sense of care for me wash over all the negative emotions that threatened to consume me.

"Thank you." I whisper into the night. Not trusting myself to look Leo in the eye, or I might say something I'd regret.

"Now go back to sleep." I playfully chide to distract and shift the mood.