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It was weird to walk out of the hospital with Noah. It was weirder to get in Noah's car and watch him drive through the city. It was even weirder to follow Noah up the porch steps and into his house. But it was weirdest when Noah made a flourishing motion toward an open door and said, "You bedroom, milord."
Camille could not stop the smile that automatically rose to his lips, but he annihilated it after a moment. "I didn't think your house was so big."
Noah grinned, dropping the bags with the clothes and personal care items he had gotten for Camille to last until he was able to get back to Camille's old apartment and grab the things out of there. "Before he got a fiancé, Darius would come over and stay all the time. And my mom sometimes drives in and stays with me. I've got two guest bedrooms and plenty of room." He nodded to the window, which was half-covered by a blue curtain. "That's a blackout curtain, so you can shut it if you ever want to take a nap or whatever. The bathroom's right across the hall, and you know how to get back downstairs, right?" Noah seemed so anxious for Camille to be comfortable, and it was adorable.
Camille smiled, beginning to sort through the bags. "Yeah, I got it."
Noah nodded, but he hovered near the doorway as if unsure whether to leave or stay. "Is there anything I shouldn't make for dinner?"
That tore a laugh from Camille's lips. "Nothing with peppers. I don't like peppers, but other than that anything's fine."
Noah nodded again and finally made the decision to leave the room. His footsteps sounded on the wooden stairs as he headed back downstairs.
Camille folded and organized the clothes first, putting stuff away in the top two drawers of the dresser in the corner. He did not have enough to justify using the bottom drawer, nor did he want to put anything down there, even though Noah was probably the safest person he had ever stayed with. He would never forget the night his dad had let one of the security guards into his room. A shudder crawled down his spine. Never bend down for anything. It was the first rule he had around people he did not trust, which was everyone at this point. No, the first rule was not to trust anyone's intentions. The second one was to stay upright. Both minimized his chances of getting–
He cut his thoughts off by slamming his elbow into the corner of the dresser. Cursing softly at himself in French, he clutched his elbow with trembling fingers. He had probably hit his funny bone. But it was better than dark thoughts and darker memories.
"You okay?" Noah called up the stairs. How had he heard that? Did the man have supernatural hearing or something?
"I'm fine," Camille called back. "Just hit my elbow on the dresser." The best lies were ones that were true. He was fine because he had hit his elbow, not despite hitting it.
Before he had a chance to think anything else, Noah was back in the room, eyes full of concern. "That sounded like it hurt."
"How did you even hear it?" Camille asked, offering his elbow for Noah to inspect. He knew the doctor would not rest easy until he saw Camille was actually okay.
Noah carefully turned Camille's elbow toward the light. "I've always had really good hearing." His eyes were focused on the bruising skin, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. He let go of Camille's arm and stepped back. "I'll go finish up dinner." He left without another word, and it left Camille wondering what thought or memory had bothered Noah so much.
Dinner was a rather quiet affair, and Camille was happy to do the dishes despite Noah's protests and then retreat back into the room. His room. For now. Until he hurt someone Noah cared about or burned Noah's house down. He yanked the curtain open and closed four or five times before leaving it closed and putting on the pajamas Noah had bought him, which was just a simple T-shirt and loose sweatpants. He brushed his teeth and did his skincare in the bathroom across the hall. As he exited and snapped the light off, he met Noah in the hall.
Noah smiled at him with a genuine care Camille had not seen since…since never. "Good night. Sleep well."
Camille nodded. "Thanks," he said, not quite sure how to respond. The only times people had wished him good night had always been entirely insincere. "You too," he added, since it seemed like the right thing to say.
Noah's smile grew slightly. "Thanks. See you in the morning," And then he was gone, disappeared into his room down the hall.
Camille stared at the closed door for far too long before stepping into his own room, shutting the door, and locking it behind himself. He folded back the sheets and gazed down at the mattress until he got up the courage to get in, pull the sheets almost over his head, and fall asleep with the barest hint of the city lights shining through the crack in the curtains like a galaxy of stars.