Heaven's Hell (currently paused)

Second sphere

Louis looked at the bathroom door and blinked. He had tried to ignore the gagging noises, but when it rumbled loudly and he heard Caspian swear, he was beginning to worry. He was not even sure if he worried about himself or Caspian. Minnie stroked his feet and continued purring like an old diesel. "Fuck!" Louis winced. He was beginning to doubt his decision. But as his granny used to say: "Do good and good will happen." Right?

Finally, the door opened and Caspian still looked like he had run into someone's car. In a strange, good way. His face was as beautiful as one of these Greek statues. A very grim statue. "Are you okay?" He asked carefully and peered over at him as he stirred in the pot. "Yes." The answer was short and sharp. Louis shrugged. "Aaaalright then." Caspian seemed to be looking around the kitchen. "Do you live alone?"

Louis nodded. "Yes. I don't live in this apartment for very long. But I moved here to be closer to the office." He hesitated for a moment. "Actually, this apartment was planned for two people, but ... well; this person and I no longer get along very well." Caspian looked at him. "Argument?" "More of an I-cheat-on-you-with-someone-else-and-argue-it-until-I-get-caught-ment." He filled their plates and this time, he was glad Caspian was so taciturn. He really did not want to think about Alexander or the drama of six months ago. It was still too early.

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Caspian would have preferred to curl up under a blanket and drown the worries in his sleep. To make matters worse, he had bumped his back against the shower cabin and felt as if someone had smashed his wings and torn them out again. It was a mystery to him how he ended up here, with a human on a squeaky yellow sofa and a plate of pasta on his lap. After Louis broached the issue with his failed relationship, Caspian still cursed himself for asking at all, he was unusually quiet. Caspian had now understood that Louis liked to talk a lot and was apparently a positive person.

Pictures of him and a dark-skinned woman with wild curly hair and selfies with his cat were everywhere in the flat. He seemed to have travelled a lot and even the furniture was a smorgasbord. Still, he looked somewhat sad all the time. Caspian could not make sense of him. Actually, it was none of his business.

"You are probably quite tired. I have a guest room where you can spread out." Louis cocked his head. "Okay, seriously now. Is Caspian your real name?" Caspian nodded. "Yep. For real."

"Okay. And where are you from?" "I cannot tell you that."

"How old are you?" "I look about 26 years old."

"What is your job?" "Difficult to explain. Let's say I'm hunting."

Louis narrowed his eyes and Caspian looked back. He could not tell him the truth, apart from the fact that he would not believe him anyway. Caspian sighed and dodged Minnie, who jumped on the sofa. Little beast. He held up Louis' gaze, who at some point gave in and got up. "Fine. I'll show you the guest room. I have to go to the office tomorrow morning, but I'll be back at noon. Can I trust you don't ... steal anything or something like that?" "You have already noticed that I don't even have an ID card with me. I would be pretty stupid if I stole something and introduced myself beforehand so that you could made a great phantom picture."

"You didn't introduce yourself. You avoided most of my questions. You're actually just a freak out of the woods. " "A pretty handsome freak. " "I'll give you that." Louis turned and showed Caspian the small room with a sleeping-couch.

"Nothing special, but feel like home. Wherever that is." Maybe Louis thought it was not anything special, but for Caspian this couch looked like a four-poster bed. "Thanks Louis." Louis raised his eyebrows. "Wow. You said thank you." "Yes, so don't destroy the moment."