The room gradually grew cold as the heavy adrenaline left their bodies. Julius lay very still on the small bed, his head resting against the steady, solid beat of Harrison's chest. The quietness of the safe house wrapped around them like a heavy blanket, a stark contrast to the chaotic gunfire and blinding smoke they had escaped just hours before.
Outside, the sky was changing from a pale yellow to a deep, dark gray as night slowly took over the quiet residential area.
"We got lucky today," Julius whispered into the dark room, his voice barely audible. He stared up at the plain ceiling, his fingers idly rolling the edge of the sheet. "If that tunnel hadn't been there… if Anna hadn't reacted so fast…"
Harrison didn't answer immediately. He kept his large arm draped securely over Julius's waist, his grip tight and grounding. When he finally spoke, his deep voice rumbled right through his chest, sending a comforting warmth into Julius's shoulder.
