LU 279 - Dr. Thornberry 77

I followed the spruce path from my house to visit Space. We'd been having small conversations here and there since the death talk last week and I was pretty happy. When I got to the throne room, I saw him taking his overcoat off and hanging it on the arm of the chair.
"Just get back from somewhere?"
He nooded, telling me he went to Spawn- now named Aloida, to talk to Nekane. Of course I started to express how this was a horrible idea, and how it was likely that he could have been killed, but he stopped me. Apparently, Nekane didn't even know the true reason for the war, and didn't mind working with us behind the scenes.
I was obviously a bit suspicious about this whole thing, but Space seemed confident we wouldn't be betrayed. but who cares at this point? Sighing, I asked if there was anything else going on in which he tells me there's a fog? And when you walk near it, it makes it hard to breathe? God, one thing after another in that damn town; I'm almost happy I'm not king anymore. He told me it had most likely come from those stupid trees, since he saw some when the last one was killed. But thanks to my old shop, they had found out soul lanterns part the way for the time being, so we were recommended on carrying those around.
Space explained his plans and ideas with me, saying he'll work with Nekane at any chance we have to get our power back, and if the fog spreads to where we live now, we'll escape. I thought about escaping without him; but his glare stopped me in my tracks. He definitely knew I had that in mind. So I smiled at him and nodded... it was getting closer and closer to the end.
"Well I suppose I'll start packing- we're leaving soon, right?"
"Considering how fast it came, I'm sure it'll spread fast, so yes. Within the next few days, we'll be gone."
Racking my head of all the materials we would need to live outside, I turned around and started running back to my cave wall, but noticed Space was following me. Slowing down, we talked about supplies and worries. I opened the doors to my humble abode and let him in, closing them behind me. Expressing my anxiety about death, moving and everything else. I let out a deep breath.
"At least you have me, right?"
"...I mean I suppose I like you, yeah-"
"You know 'like' is just the childish version of love."
"Then, I love you I guess... but sorry for dropping all of that on you- the emergency exit is right there, you can leave."
"Aren't we going to sleep?"
I stared at him for a moment, and then turned my head to my singular bed. I glance back and forth a few times before answering.
"...There's only one bed."
"Vice, we're literally partners. And we can both fit, you're tiny."
He strolled up to the edge of my bed and slipped in (not smugly this time). I crawled in on the other side and curled up, letting his body heat rock me to sleep.
This might be the last nice rest you get Vice.