Adrien turned towards the edge of the bed. He could hear raindrops hitting the window - past the branches of the trees, he could see slivers of the pale grey sky behind. He turned with his back on the sheets. Facing the stone ceiling, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath: it was time to leave the bed - he would have rather waited a little longer in that warmth, but he needed to get moving. Val was probably already waiting for him downstairs.