While Zion was momentarily lost in his thoughts, his deep, ardent gaze couldn't drift away from the water droplets sliding down Earl's dark hair strands.
He was trying hard not to show off his considerate side, but found himself wondering if Earl would catch a cold. Since the night air was feeling chilly, despite it being only the beginning of spring.
Followed by that thought, several other concerns about Earl lined up one after another in his mind.
If those oversized clothes were comfortable for him, whether the mattress would suit him…Whether he would be able to sleep well tonight in an unfamiliar room.
And then all of a sudden, a quick realization nearly made Zion jump.
'Am I insane? Why am I getting bothered by these thoughts?'
While mumbling on his own, Zion slid a glance to watch the culprit, who was quite casually roaming around his room, humming some tune.
