83. Large Chunks of my Hair

After finding Jules all beaten up, there was no way I was leaving him alone. When I insisted he sleep in Adrien's room with us, Jules didn't argue. He was too shaken, too quiet.

I'd been crashing in Adrien's room for the past few nights. Not that we ever discussed it. But there was something about being close, especially after everything we'd been through. Adrien said it was because he was worried about sleepwalking. I let him believe that, but deep down, I knew I needed to be there just as much as he needed me. He hated being lonely, and for whatever reason, I felt like I needed him around right now.

Alec had been acting strange, too, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with his unpredictable behavior in the middle of the night.

Adrien was already in bed, lying on his back. He stared at the ceiling like it held the answers to whatever haunted him.

I helped Jules settle into the extra bed, trying not to let the sight of his bruised face get to me. Every time I looked at him, an