Who said it needs to be wartime for us to lay next to each other? Is it so odd that I just want to lay down next to you? Or are you bothered by platonic snuggles?

[There's some rustling in the back, and it's Caelus' footsteps walking through the hallway of the dorms. They're close enough to where they can just teleport to the front of the door, bypassing all the guards and unseelie folk.

There's several knocks on the door, but they're soft.]

Let me in.