When the time is right...

Davy leaned against the headboard, his head in between his knees, his golden hair disheveled in front of his face. The quiet atmosphere was intensifying his gloomy mood. His gaze was fixed to the side, despite the fact that he couldn't see clearly due to the hair on his face.

What the system had just said replayed in his mind. He was also quite disturbed as to why the system malfunctioned, couldn't finish its words, and was now unreachable to Davy no matter how he called its name.

Davy closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He bit his lower lip as he hugged himself even tighter; he hated being alone even more than he did now. Actually, Davy had spent the majority of his life in the real world alone.

He didn't have a family or even any relatives; he had some friends, but not to the point of being best friends with them either. It was short for a monotonous and boring life, and virtual games had become his primary source of entertainment and stress relief.

But, after only a few weeks in the virtual world, Davy couldn't bear the thought of being alone again. Being alone only meant that Davy's mind would be free to wander and he would be back in the reality of his situation.

He could disregard it when he was with the Supremes. Davy's mind would automatically forget about the real world, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the virtual world. He was rarely alone, so Davy began to believe that he was gradually becoming a part of the virtual world.

Now, he had been proven wrong. It wasn't just that he had completely forgotten his true identity as a player; the three Supremes were a great distraction for him. And now that he was finally alone again, the reality loomed in the background.

Davy remained in his position; his mind was chaotic, and a depressing atmosphere surrounded him. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleepy in the least. He even hoped that his random drowsiness would return so that he could sleep away his loneliness and a heavy heart.

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, soft laughter reached his ears, but then the laughter was cut short as if it were only Davy's hallucination. However, as the footsteps came after, Davy was sure that it wasn't.

Davy lifted his head slightly, his hair still obscuring most of his vision, but his silhouette was clear, even with that blonde hair, and also without raising his head. Davy recognized who it was.

Lyle stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Davy. His face couldn't be discerned by Davy at the moment. They only stayed like that for a moment before Lyle moved closer to Davy. He sat on the edge of the bed as he reached out his hand and removed Davy's disheveled hair from his face.

Now, they were facing each other. Davy could now see Lyle's pretty face, and Lyle could see Davy's as well. Davy's black-golden eyes met Lyle's emerald pupils. It was still glistening like a gem, however, its luster wasn't too bright this time.

Davy was aware of the reason. As he looked at him, Lyle's hand caressed his hair. He brushed Davy's hair with his lips in a thin line and didn't say anything. Despite this, Davy could tell that Lyle had something to say. However, he was being hesitant.

"Why are you here? I thought you were watching Fallan and Draven fight?" Davy began, trying to lighten the mood by specifically asking about the other two and making a joke about what they were really doing. However, his voice was somewhat hoarse, and even his smile was stiff.

Lyle stared at him for a few seconds, before he gave a small smile. Just like the same as Davy, it also didn't reach his eyes. It was at least better than Davy's, as it appeared to be a genuine smile.

"I just wanted to check on you... looks like I did the right thing," Lyle replied, his voice as gentle as it had always been. Davy, in particular, preferred it because it soothed his depressive mood.

Davy let Lyle brush his golden hair while they talked, despite his gloomy mood. Because of Lyle, it diminished somewhat.

"What about their fight? Who won?" Davy still pushed this topic; he didn't want them to talk about why he was looking depressed or what was wrong.

Fortunately, Lyle appeared to be aware of this as he played along and answered his question. "Of course, Fallan won; he would always win," he said with a smile.

They both laughed as he said this. This time it was genuine, as they both agreed that Fallan would win no matter what. Davy was well aware that Fallan was the dominant figure in their relationship. Whatever their relationship was.

They smiled at each other again, the atmosphere lightened, and Davy's mood improved as well. Lyle rubbed his cheeks, "Why don't we lie down in bed instead?" he suggested softly.

Davy then realized he was still in his previous position and nodded.

They were lying in bed, facing each other. Davy was pillowing in Lyle's arms, while Lyle's other arm was circled around his waist; even their breaths touched as well. However, it wasn't the kind of desire-provoking atmosphere. They were just pressing against each other, Lyle's presence was assuring Davy, making his mood better.

They stayed like that together, it was peaceful. They also appeared to be sleeping together, if not for Lyle brushing his hair and him playing with Lyle's clothes. Davy finally calmed down after a few minutes.

"What would you do if you were confused?" Davy spoke all of a sudden, and his tone was calm as if he really was just asking about it, and that it had nothing to do with him. He actually felt that way; once he calmed down, he could ask anything without batting an eyelid.

Lyle's fingers in his hair stopped, but he shifted his other hand in Davy's wait so that they could move even closer together. They didn't have much space between them at this point. Davy's heart was put at ease by the warmth that Lyle exuded.

As he previously stated, the presence of the three was a significant distraction for him.

"I'd ask myself," Lyle replied, pausing briefly before pressing their foreheads together. Davy closed his eyes even more tightly, savoring the relaxing sensation that Lyle emitted simply by being there. "Why did it confuse me? How important was it to me?" he continued, his voice soft and clear. His breath was brushing against Davy's cheek.

Davy remained silent as he pondered. Why it was making him confused? It was due to his inability to comprehend it. How important was it to him? It was extremely important. As... Davy then wrapped his arms around Lyle.

Lyle continued to stroke Davy's back as he waited for him to respond. "Sometimes, the things that confuse us are simple, and we are the only ones who make them complicated."

When Davy opened his eyes, he was met by Lyle's emerald pupils. His gentle gaze touched something within Davy.

"We're the ones complicating it?" Davy asked quietly.

Lyle smiled and nodded, "There are times when the answers to our questions were right in front of us all along," he paused, then kissed Davy's forehead. Davy instinctively closed his eyes during this action, only to reopen them after Lyle's kiss. "When the time came, the answer would appear right in front of us."

Davy stared at him as he processed what Lyle had just said. The answer would appear at the right time? Time... was it really not the time yet? He didn't respond and Lyle also didn't urge him. He just gaze at the pretty appearance that had a soft and gentle gaze at him.

It was also the first time Davy had heard Lyle speak in such a long sentence. Lyle was usually quiet, and he only clung to him every time. He would respond but sometimes in short sentences or when he was arguing with Draven.

This time, Lyle had given Davy a new reason to like him. Davy's lips curled into a smile, one that reached his eyes. "Thank you," he said. He wasn't sure what he was grateful for, that Lyle had accompanied him or what he had just said. It didn't matter; he was even more grateful for his existence.

They slept in that position together. And Davy fell asleep peacefully. What exactly was the point of this game? It was always on his mind, but for a brief moment, he did what he was best at. And that was to play a fool.

***

The next day, only the two of them ate breakfast together. Draven and Fallan were not among them.

"Uhm, can we visit if... Draven was still alive or something?" Davy asked hesitantly, his voice unsure. How intense exactly was the fight?

Lyle paused and raised his head in response to the question. A playful smile appeared on his lips once more. His emerald eyes twinkled. Davy was even more nervous as a result of Lyle's deceptive appearance. He was clearly enjoying Draven being punished at this time.

"I'm sure he's still alive," Lyle shrugged, "and... they could go on until tomorrow, I think?"

Davy's eyes widened at this point, and he exclaimed, "Are you serious? Was that... too much?" He was rendered ineffective after only a few rounds. How the fuck? Perhaps, if someone was extremely experienced at it... they could as well?

Again, Davy was thinking of something like this at the dining table.

His reaction made Lyle laugh even harder; his voice was soft, but it was as if he had inherited Draven's tickling laugh.

Lyle shook his head, amusement in his emerald eyes. "No, actually, it wasn't obvious in his tough appearance, but Draven loves being manhandled by Fallan. I'm sure he's fine," he said again as if it was common knowledge and no one would be surprised.

Davy's lips parted... fuck, too much information yet again. Draven loved being manhandled by Fallan... their image! No! He had to stop. Davy bowed his head, trying to hide the heat that was starting to return to his face.

Lyle, on the other hand, didn't seem to want to let go of him, as his soft laughter echoed throughout the dining room. Davy's chin was lifted by a hand, and he found himself facing Lyle once more. While Lyle's face remained as lovely as ever, the smirk that was rarely seen on his lips appeared.

Davy swallowed, knowing that what Lyle was about to say would not be good for his faint heart.

"Do you want to watch them fight?" Lyle asked softly, his tone eerily similar to that of a devil enticing its victim. And damn, Davy was almost swayed.