Morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, soft and hesitant, turning the room a pale gold.
Luca stirred first, blinking slowly against the brightness.
For a moment, he forgot where he was—then remembered. Tokyo. Last day. Going home.
Beside him, Noel was still asleep, face relaxed, breathing even.
His hair was a mess, sticking up in directions that shouldn't be possible.
Luca smiled, reaching over to smooth it down.
Noel's eyes opened immediately. "Luca."
"Your hair looks like a bird's nest."
"Your face looks like—" Noel yawned halfway through the insult, destroying its impact entirely.
"Like what?" Luca grinned.
"Forget it. Too early for comebacks." Noel stretched, arms reaching overhead, shirt riding up slightly.
Luca looked away before he got distracted. "We should start packing."
"Probably." Neither of them moved.
The room was warm, comfortable.
