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"Are you sure, sir?"
It was never comfortable, sharing a bed. Clayton's mangled legs never fit, and their spine was far too fucked to allow them to sleep comfortably on their back.
"Yes." Katagawa Jr. muttered. No matter how often he…assured them, Clayton could always tell he despised this closeness. They were well aware it was all a fabrication to facilitate their supposed infatuation, to quote, "enhance their loyalty" to Maliwan. Unfortunately for their handlers, Clayton wasn't the drugged up, unaware weapon Maliwan hoped they'd be—they were well aware their "boyfriend" was just another method of control.
"I…may I sleep on the floor?" They asked quietly. "I don't fit on your bed."
"For tonight. I'll have it replaced in the morning." He didn't sound pleased at the idea. Clayton couldn't blame him.
"Thank you, sir." They slid out from underneath the covers, body hitting the floor with a low thud. It wasn't very comfortable, and it was cold, but their heart slowed and their anxiety dulled the longer they laid on the carpeted floor.
"Goodnight, Clayton."
"...goodnight."