Silvio had managed to make his way over to a wall, resting against it with his eyes closed. He smiled a little at the mention of a bed. "I never put one down here because I knew I'd just tear it up."
Taking the bowl, he sniffed it. Oatmeal. He took a bite of it before lifting his head. "Were you...with me all night?"
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Taking the bowl, he sniffed it. Oatmeal. He took a bite of it before lifting his head. "Were you...with me all night?"