Adrien x Nathaniel

Where.. How?

Nathaniel's POV:

I woke up in a strange bed. My face felt wet. I looked around to see where I was, and immediately recognized it as Adrien's room.

"Wait a minute..." I mutter. If this is Adrien's room, then where is Adrien? I look to my left, then my right, and see him. He's lying on his side, eyes wide open, staring at me. Has he been awake this whole time? His hand was on his hip, and his wide green eyes shined. He wined at me. I, of course, blushed.

"Hey there, my tomato!"

"H-hi..."

Then the events of last night came flooding back to me. Being held hostage by a crazy tall woman, and watching, helpless, as she burned my house down and killed my parents. My eyes widened, and the tears came. Poring, as if it were the source of the Seine itself. Strangles sobs came as I buried my face in Adrien's covers. I was nothing, had nothing. I might as well just die right here. The only person I was truly sure I liked was laying next tome, straight as a pencil. The blanket was soaked by then, but the tears didn't stop coming. I felt an arm put around me. I manage to get out,

"M-mayb-be they-y m-made i-it..."

"Stripes, I'm so sorry.. They found the body.."

This took me aback. "Wait a minute." I said, sniffling. "What did you call me?"

"Oops..." he whispered