Maximus blinked in surprise, offering a confused but curious greeting. "Solomon? When did you get back?"
"I just arrived," Solomon replied, furrowing his brow. "What are you doing in my room so early?"
"I actually slept here last night," Maximus answered casually.
Solomon's frown deepened significantly. "Why would you do that?"
"Because Arthur was terrified to sleep alone in this room," Maximus explained, rubbing the back of his neck.
Solomon crossed his arms. "That has literally never happened before. Arthur is usually perfectly fine on his own."
"Well, he seemed terrified of something last night," Maximus elaborated, his expression turning serious. "He had a really bad nightmare, too. He was thrashing around, screaming and muttering something in his sleep."
"What kind of muttering?" Solomon asked, his protective instincts instantly flaring. "What was he saying?"
