The silence was oppressive.
There was nothing that Tempest could say to Dron.
She felt like all of this was her fault. If she hadn't pushed to find out what was going on in the other classes, none of this would have happened. They had finally gotten to a point where they were getting used to each other, really falling for each other, and now they were about to be faced with the prospect of being without each other.
"I'm tired." Dron announced and started walking back to his room. Tempest followed behind him. Still, there didn't seem to be anything that she could say to him. She searched her mind for a way to break the tension.
Dron walked into his room and unceremoniously started to undress. Tempest followed his lead. She noticed that even though she was getting naked, Dron didn't even send her a passing glance.
She wanted to cry.
She waited until Dron crawled into bed, and she followed him under the covers. They lay there in the bed, neither one of them touching the other.
