Shui could hear them, when things were quiet enough. They were still there, waiting for him. The wailing, the moans.
Of course, the solution for this was simply to make sure things were always loud. During the day, in the city, that was easy enough. At night, in the city, that was also easy enough. The problem was that he had to go to sleep at some point and there wasn’t always the promise of someone being there if he didn’t play his cards right.
“What are you doing?”
“Just… don’t say anything.” Shui tried not to look at him, as he lay down next to Kun with his back toward him. “Do you snore?”
“I’ve never been told as such.” Kun sounded amused. Shui didn’t know whether to feel insulted or not. Kun wasn’t telling him to get out of bed though.
Nevertheless, he felt like some explanation was in order. “I’m just tired. I can’t get to sleep.”
“It’s too quiet tonight. I hate the winter.”
“Shui, I didn’t need an excuse. Good night.”
Shui relaxed. “Night.”
The night was not good. Kun was his best friend, but keeping away the whispers was not something he was good at.