Bashfully, Archie released Orvin's torso, but when he tried to lift his head he found that some of his hair had gotten stuck under the sleeping captain's head. Ow.
Several good questions tumbled restlessly in Archibald's mind, while he attempted to extricate his tangled honey blonde curls as painlessly as possible. Would Orvin remember this? How long had they slept intertwined, that Orvin could have rolled or shifted onto his hair? It mightn't have been all that long, Archibald reasoned, blushing faintly. Conceivably this could happen within the space of a few minutes.
Understandably, due to where he was currently stuck, the young prince found his eyes resting mainly on Orvin's
This could be a problem if they had to share a bed again, but for now this was alright.
"Ah- sorry about that," Archibald awkwardly whispered to Orvin's sleeping form. He finally pulled his hair free, and got out of bed.
It was then the prince noticed that Lucas was already up, and most definitely had witnessed the entire thing. He blushed again. ...Had he bothered Lucas in the night, as well? He hoped not. Uprooted from his home, travelling with people he'd just met, the vampire was rightfully still a bit skittish.
Archie offered Lucas a fresh smile. "Bonjour," he said politely. Fine start.
"I hope you slept well. I'm sorry if I- hm." Archibald stopped. He decided he didn't want to finish that sentence for some reason.
"Might you need any help untangling the blanket?" he interrupted himself, sounding a little more stilted.
It was a little difficult to make morning small talk when every second of being freshly awake brought with it more clarity, and with that, the recollection of just how rude he'd been to both of them the night before. They came to an understanding, and the three of them had a good time with each other since. Archibald believed that Lucas' interest in his friendship was genuine. But it hadn't been twenty four hours since he had called Lucas a 'thing' carrying 'tropical diseases,' and that wasn't something one could reasonably expect him to just forget.
And then there was this other anxiety waiting in the wings, drumming its fingers, that Archibald hadn't been awake quite long enough to begin to identify but he was hopeful that if he ignored it, it might get bored, and leave. Sometimes this strategy worked.
Hmm. Maybe he should put some clothes on.
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