He dozed off in the sunlight, then treated himself to a long bath. He lowered himself in the tub and let his hair and his thoughts sway in the warm water. He had always enjoyed days of solitude for himself and no one else - company, no matter how pleasant, had the tendency to leave him tired and wishing to return to the space within himself. He knew that was the way he was, the way he'd always been. And yet, on that day, something felt different. He had been at the tower for three months, and he had spent most of that time in Val's company; the only times he'd had to himself had been the evenings, as Val was in the habit of retiring to his room early. In any other situation, he would be cherishing this day to himself and wishing for it to never end; and yet, he found himself at unease, restless - displaced; not lonely in himself, but looking forward to Val's presence again.