While they usually lounged in Claude's living room, tonight Dean was led to Claude's bedroom, carrying his overnight bag.
The biggest difference between Dean and Claude's rooms were the personal touches. Back in Red Village, Dean's shelves and tables were covered with picture frames and books that were either passed down from his parents or gifted to him. Meanwhile, Claude's apartment held the bare minimum essentials, everything utilitarian and never for decoration—like Claude needed the reminder that this would never be his permanent home, even if he had stayed for over four years.
Dean set his bag down next to the closet, looking around the room like it was his first time. That night he was first invited to sleep next to Claude on his bed, Dean hadn't made it a big deal. They'd been d
