Lucien found him in the kitchen at half past midnight, two weeks into an arrangement neither of them still bothered calling temporary out loud, standing at the counter in the dark with a mug he wasn't drinking from, staring out at the city like it owed him an answer to a question he hadn't asked yet.

"You're awake."

"So are you." Ezra didn't turn around. "Bad dream, or bad hours?"

"Does it matter which?"

"Not really. Just curious which kind of company you need." He finally glanced over, taking in whatever was visible on Lucien's face in the dim light, and reached for a second mug without being asked. "Sit....