Photo: The ancient Theatre of the Askleplieion in Epidaurus.

POV: NOEL

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When Noel came back from Amber's room at 2 AM, he found the other two on their phones. They were not asleep yet?

They were lying with their backs facing each other. Dante lifted his beautiful eyes to Noel, and Noel averted his gaze. 'Hi.' he mumbled.

'Hi.' Dante turned off his phone and turned to his back, closed his eyes, but they shot open immediately. 'Oh god, I can't sleep.'

'Me neither.' Gideon stretched his body and grinned at Noel. 'I think I need something to hug. Or someone. Or two someones.'

'No thanks,' said Dante quietly. 'Noel, are you still coming?'

Noel nods and switches the lights off, so the two guys couldn't see him as he undresses.

'Damn, why are you shaking like that?' he heard Gideon say to Dante, followed by the other's voice: 'I had a kind of dream... just, a bit strange.'

'Aww, are you scared? Should I hold your hand?'

Noel let his pants drop on the floor extra loudly.

'No thanks,' said Dante again. 'Rather Noel's.'

Gosh. Noel pulled his baby blue striped tee over his head and crept under the blankets. Dante was truly trembling a bit.

'Hey,' Gideon's voice sounded through the dark again, 'honestly, what's going on between the two of you?'

'Nothing.' Noel and Dante said in unison.

'You can tell me. I have nothing against gay people, you know.'

'I'm not gay!' Noel exploded. 'Go to sleep.'

'Sorry,' Gideon apologized.

'I think I am gay,' Dante suddenly said.

'Oh!' Noel can hear Gideon shoot up. 'For whom?'

Noel looked to his side. In the dark, he could distinguish Dante's features vaguely. His eyes were closed, his face facing the ceiling.

"Open your eyes. Look at me..." he begged in his mind, even though he didn't know why.

Dante didn't look at him, but instead he felt Dante's touch on his arm, an electric shock shizzled through his body. What did this mean? And what now?

Dante's hand slid downwards, his fingertips landing on Noel's handpalm. 'This is so strange,' he whispered.

Strange? What was strange? That he chose Noel? Did he choose Noel? Were his closed eyes looking at him. "Are you looking?"

But Gideon...

Then, Dante took Noel's hand in his at once. Noel allowed his fingers to slide between Dante's, intertwining them. "What am I doing?"

Then, Dante lifted both his hands and lied them with each other on his chest.

Gideon's hand was there as well.

'I can't choose,' whispered Dante.

Noel felt a light touch at his pinkie, like a feather, and almost automatically extended it. Then, he felt Gideon's little finger enclosing his.

None of them were able to choose.