Polar (Erejean)

Friends

I got up some time before Jean, making sure to be quiet as I shifted away from him and made my way into the kitchen. I decided to just keep any thoughts about anything out of my head, giving myself time to wake up as I turned the kettle on to make some coffee. Though, it didn't really help that the milk I was using for my drink was bought by the person I was trying to not think about. Whatever.

It wasn't long before Jean was making his way over to join me, his hand dragging through his messy hair. My alarm must have woken him up.

"Mornin'."

"Morning," I replied, offering a faint smile as he made himself a glass of water. "Sorry I don't have any Aspirin or anything."

He grunted, leaning back against the counter to face me. "I guess I'll live," he murmured, slowly sipping at his drink. After a moment of silence, he sighed, putting the drink down and looking up at me. "Listen, I don't really remember any of last night too well so... I just hope I didn't do or say anything stupid."

I shrugged. "You didn't. Or, at least, I don't think you did," I said, having some of my own drink before putting it down as well. "Hey, so, the other night...-"

"It was a mistake," he finished. "It's okay. I get it."

I raised my brow a little, hoping that he was just trying to finish off my own words and not actually voicing his own feelings. "I don't think it was a mistake."

"You don't?" He asked, his tone sounding a little less confident than usual. He waited a moment before adding, "what do you think it was, then?"

"I don't know," I said slowly, pausing for a moment, "but I don't regret it."

Jean nodded. "Good. Me neither," he said, and for a moment I thought he was going to continue speaking, but he just turned to walk back to my room. Not too long later, he returned, now with his shoes and coat on.

"Are you leaving?" I asked, and I hoped I didn't sound as disappointed as I was.

He shrugged. "I have a lesson in a couple hours and I need to walk back to mine to get all my shit."

"I could come with you," I offered, "if you want."

He smiled a little at that. "Alright. Hurry up and get dressed, though."

I nodded, leaving to get ready as fast as I could. I was in my uniform in no time, wordlessly doing up my tie as I walked back over to Jean. I threw on my jacket and my backpack, locking up the door as we left.

Even with how tired I felt, the walk to Jean's managed to pass reasonably quickly. We spent the majority of it in silence, finding some peace in the early morning quiet around us. It was kind of nice living in such a small area.

"I can't believe I managed to walk all the way to yours," he mumbled, opening up his front door and heading inside. I didn't say anything in response, instead just following him upstairs to his bedroom. I couldn't help but think of the other night as I stared down at his bed.

"I'm gonna go shower," he said, dumping his coat on the floor before turning to leave. "I won't be long."

Needing a distraction, I grabbed my psychology textbook from my bag, deciding to revise as I waited for Jean to come back. I wondered if he had the same kind of thoughts running through his mind as I did.

When he returned, I did my best to just keep my gaze set down on what I was reading. Even from just the corner of my eye, I could see that he was only wearing a towel, and I didn't feel like embarrassing myself by getting caught eyeing him up. Really, I couldn't tell if he was really confident with his body or if he just didn't care.