A/N: Sorry it's so short, and sorry it's taken me so freaking long, but I wanted to update it, even if it's tiny. I wrote this at like midnight, so if there are any mistakes, that's probably why. Blech, I'm not happy with this, but whatever.

I strongly advise you to go back and read the first chapter again, I added more to it, and I think it makes more sense now.

Auren watched Ciarán converse with the innkeeper. They were still in the same town since Asier had complained that he was too tired to walk far. Ciarán had agreed and now they were staying in this tiny inn. The wooden walls were warm and inviting and a small piano sat in the corner of the room. There were no other guests besides him, Ciarán, and Asier. Asier had immediately collapsed into one of the wooden chairs, dropping his head onto the table. Apparently dancing had worn him out quite a bit. Auren stood by the table, staring at Ciarán. Ciarán's voice was low and quiet, and it made Auren smile at its familiar sound. Auren watched the quick exchange of coins between him and the thin innkeeper.

His eyes drifted over to the battered piano… When he was twelve, Ciarán had taught him how to play… Before he knew it he was sitting on the piano bench, playing a simple song Ciarán had taught him. Auren played a few more songs, then stopped but kept his fingers on the keys. It was strangely quiet and it took him a moment to realize that Ciarán had stopped speaking with the innkeeper. Turning around, he found that Asier was gone and that Ciarán had taken his vacant seat. His small pack sat on the table in front of him, his guitar resting at his feet.

"You play very well." Said Ciarán. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, one stray gold curl resting on his forehead.

"Th—thanks." Auren said, remembering to keep his voice low. It sounded ridiculous to him, but he couldn't take chances. "Where's Asier?"

"He doesn't like to sleep in beds." Ciarán said, as if he were asking for the time. "And unfortunately, I only have enough money to spare to pay for one room. The next performance should give us enough money so we can buy a tent." He stood and stretched, his loose shirt riding up to reveal part of his flat stomach. Auren quickly looked away, keeping his head low so Ciarán wouldn't see his pink cheeks. "We're leaving early tomorrow, so we should probably sleep." Ciarán picked up his pack and guitar, slinging both over each shoulder.

Auren followed Ciarán upstairs, feeling like his heart was going to beat so hard it would leave a bruise. What if his wig slipped off in the night? What if Ciarán would be able to tell it was him? What if—

"Here we are." Ciarán's voice broke Auren's train of thought. Ciarán was holding open the door of a tiny, dingy room, with an equally tiny bathroom and a window.

And one very, very small bed. "You can have the bed." Ciarán was saying, gently setting his guitar down in the corner. Auren stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Ciarán pulled out two green apples from his pack, then dropped that next to his guitar. "Want one?"

"Yes, please." Auren said, accepting the apple. He bit into it, the sweet juice filling his mouth. Ciarán laid on the floor, taking another big bite out of the apple. Auren finished his quickly and he sat on the bed.

"U—um, since you don't have any blankets… You can sleep here, if you like." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. But he couldn't just let Ciarán sleep on the floor in only his clothes!

"Are you sure?" Auren nodded, kicking off his boots and crawling under the thin covers. He scooted over as far as he could to the other side. Ciarán smiled and sat up. "Thanks."

Auren held very still when Ciarán settled beside him. They fit, but barely. Auren silently hoped his wig would stay on during the night. Ciarán's skin was warm against his and he resisted the urge to move closer. To his surprise, Ciarán wrapped his arms around him and rested against his shoulder. Then he lifted his head to look at Auren, springs of hair shining in the moonlight. "Is this alright? It just seems like we'll be more comfortable like this."

"I don't mind." Auren said. Ciarán's dark green eyes looked into his own pale grey ones and for a moment he thought Ciarán was going to kiss him. But then he rested his cheek against Auren's shoulder and muttered a sleepy "goodnight."

Auren ignored the disappointment that welled up in him and tried to sleep. After what felt like an hour of this, he gave up and stared at the ceiling. Where was Asier? Was he alright? Well, he must be, from how casual Ciarán was, this seemed to be a common occurrence.

Ciarán mumbled something and squeezed Auren tighter. Auren smiled and automatically began stroking Ciarán's hair. It was a familiar action; he used to do it all the time when they were small. The curls and tangles snagged his fingers a couple times but with practiced ease he freed himself without disturbing Ciarán. Auren's eyes were just drifting closed when Ciarán spoke.

"Auren…" He said. Auren froze, thinking he had woken up and had somehow discovered his identity. But when he looked down, Ciarán's eyes were shut, a small smile on his face.

A/N: Remember, READ THE FIRST CHAPTER AGAIN. I guess you can skim it, but like I said, there's new stuff! Reviews are much appreciated, and thanks for the favs and alerts too! Love you all!