Andrew jumped down from the window sill, throwing the cigarette butt out the open window. The cigarette slowly flew down, and then blew away, following the wind. The room falls into darkness. Josten takes a few steps forward, a slight smile on his lips as he asks the question: "Yes or no?" There's no need for them to rush, but they're so used to doing things quickly and passionately that they don't wait more than a few seconds before break away, merging in a rough kiss.

The sun is slowly creeping up on him, but Andrew is already awake. Neil looks so exposed and relaxed next to him that Andrew doesn't dare make any unnecessary movements in order not to wake him up. Or a morning of kissing that gradually grows into something more.

The sound of thunder pulls Neil out of his dream, preventing him from fully realizing what's happening. The calming weight on the other side of the mattress grounded and gave him a familiar sense of safety. Andrew wakes up next, and in an instant everything falls into place. Some fluff with nighttime kisses and the bad weather outside the window.