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Rham hummed as he remembered the night and just pushed the door to the inn open for the other blond. "I remember.." He gave a little noise and then shrugged before leading him up the stairs, still by the hand. Of course he ignored the looks some of the other patrons gave him. He didn't know why that was happening, just that it was and he wanted to roll his eyes. Hadn't anyone here taken a friend up to their room? Gosh!

That night in the trench also was the night Rham discovered he might have liked Kyrian more than a friend. That's why he kissed the other before they went on their separate ways, but he disguised it as a goodbye thing. His cheeks flushed a little at the memory and just shook his head and unlocked the room he called his and pushed the door open.

The room wasn't much, just a bed, and a small table beside it, a closet to one side and his pack on the other before smiling. "This is what I've been calling home for a bit."

The more Kyrian shrank, the more the peddler laughed and grinned. "I'm not really hungry right now.. I ate over at the old man's house who sold me my first wares. Kind of became friends..." He scratched his own cheek sheepishly before letting go of the other's hand. He took Kyrian's pack and put it in the closet before flopping down on the bed and motioned him over. "Come on. Let's just rest. You look tired. I'll take you to the washroom in the morning."

Almost as if to punctuate his tiredness, the man yawned and then laughed.

Rham's hand went to those curls as they were released, stroking a hand through them absently and just yawned. He supposed old habits died hard. He did this a lot when they were younger because Kyrian had the softest hair known to man. Shifting, he curled up on his side and pulled the other blond close, pillowed his chin on the top of Kyrian's head and just laid like that, grinning.

"I remember those," he whispered softly, reaching over him to touch them lightly. He took the ornament from his friend and put it on the small table before slipping his arm around that waist, hand flat against Kyrian's stomach and closed his eyes.

"More talking in the morning. Sleep."