Rhys dragged Kellen across the hall to the guiding room there. Kellen, without much thought, checked to see if it was booked for any time coming up and found that it wasn't, which settled some of his concerns. The room was small, quiet, and you couldn't hear the noises from outside.
Rhys sat down on the bed, looking stricken, and Kellen closed the door gently behind him, locking it just to make sure. The feeling was still there, the worry churning his gut.
Kellen stood by the door, giving them some space as Rhys bent further, dropping his head down as he rested both of his elbows on his knees. The sigh that left his body had more of Kellen's hair standing on end.
"Kellen." Rhys began. Hearing him say his name didn't bring him joy. Something was about to come out of his mouth that Kellen knew he wasn't going to like. He could already imagine what it was, but he didn't want to hear it. Things were going well for them. He didn't want anything to throw that off. They were good.
