"Nathan." I heard him whisper my name. I froze again, not from the chilled ceramic floor and tub, but from the warmth of his breath which ran through my ear.

I looked at him. "Adrian." My tears continuously rolled over my cheeks. "Are you okay? Huh?" I asked as I held his face so tight, which was still as cold as ice. "Adrian?" I repeated as gut-wrenching sobs tore through my chest.

"Yes. I'm okay." He answered. His voice was shaking. I pulled him out from the tub lifting him up on his arms. "I think I fell asleep." He added.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'll help you stand up." I grabbed the towel hanging on the rack. "Come on." I coated him with the bath towel. "Slowly." I whispered. "Be careful." I said as I assisted him outside the bathroom and let him sat on the bed. I prepared a warm towel for him, warmed the room temperature. I wanted to get angry at him but I just can't. Why would he sleep in the tub filled with water? Why would he even do that? I kept on thinking questions I wanted to ask him. But I just can't.

He was putting on his clothes. He seemed better than he was minutes ago. He looked at me and smiled. "I'm okay," he responded as I stared at him implying how was he. His lips moved saying, "Thank you."

I walked towards him. I held his hands. "Don't do that again." I just said.

"Sleeping in the tub?" he smiled, "I won't. I swear."

"Tsk." I just responded. "No." I hugged him. I can feel the warmth of his cheek as it pressed on mine. His breath caressed through my ear which tickled my senses. "Never let me go." I whispered. "Never leave me alone." I cried. And I kept crying until I fell asleep.

Adrian made the bed for Nathan, who was sleeping soundly. Adrian was wide awake after he took the leisure to sleep in the tub filled with cold water. He gently closed the door stepping outside to the kitchen to grab some hot chocolate drink to warm his insides.

"Adrian?" I heard someone asked. "Why are you here?" It was Chris, who was relaxing on the kitchen seat. I haven't noticed her since it was gray dark. Only the light coming in through the stained and frosted window glass colors subdued over the eigengrau. She was also holding a cup of drink with steam smoking out from it. I assumed it was coffee because she likes drinking coffee.

"Want some coffee?" she asked. I responded with a smile. "Oh yeah. You only have Nathan's coffee. Is that hot choco?" she asked again.

"Yes." I responded, while looking for some milk.

"There are stocks on the cabinet on your left," she said as she points out to the cabinet with the boxes of milk for my drink. "Come here. I want some for my coffee too," she signaled me. I sat down on the chair in front of her, and reached to her the box of milk. "So, how are my brothers doing? Have you reconciled yet? I heard a lot of noise up there."

I did not answer anything, neither did I say any. I just held the cup with warm chocolate drink and felt its tingling warmth.

"What did you do wrong?" she asked, sipping into her coffee.

"I have no idea." I cut my responses as short as possible to avoid going through her questions.

She had another sip, "Oh. I just thought you did something to hurt him this time. When you're loud and he's silent, it has always been you're at fault. If it was Nathan who's at fault, he never ends in bugging you until you accept his apology." As I know, she has been too focused on her surrounding and give great attention to details, especially those she cares for. "So what's this new quarrel about?" she wonders.

"I have no idea." I repeated. But this time, I thought, substantiating what I said can help me understand things also. "It was this lunch." I tried to narrate to her as much as I remember what happened.

"How was school?" she asked, I thought she was trying to create a topic for conversation. We shared stories: my school experience and hers. She's struggling a lot, but is fighting very hard to survive. We laughed and got serious in between. Until a longer seriousness aired.

"Pia, Nathan and you," she said. "Hasn't there anybody else you talk with at school?" she asked curiously. "You were on a school and you only told me about the two of them?"

Her question made me think of what was Nathan has been saying. Then I realized, Nathan might have wanted me to expand the horizon where I am right now. That it is not only Pia and Nathan I can be friends with. I thought that my life's puzzle is only made up of them, I might have been wrong, and this is what Nathan might have been wanting me to understand.

Several nights passed, a number of days passed which weathered my student life, and my friendship with Nathan. I have been working with Pia for those class activities and projects. Nathan no longer eats lunch with us, or asks me to grab him something to drink. Before, it was typical that Nathan has to write both of our names as partners or if we had to work on a group, he makes sure we will be working together. He comes to me first to pick me up for our Physical Ed class. He calls me for lunch. But it has changed. He has changed. We were casual at each other. We're just classmates and acquaintance in class, but he's a friend on our way home, when we sleep together, eat warm meals at home, or when we go to school. We go to school together, go home together unless our class duties require us not to. We hang out together like the how we've been, but we were different whenever we're in class. As soon as he reaches our classroom, I can no longer see the Nathan I know in him. He's a different person during class from 7 AM until the clock hits 5 PM. It seems he is living as a different Nathan I never used to know. I don't know who changed between us. Does my perspective change the way how I see our friendship? Does he want me to change how I see our friendship? Is he becoming a cold breeze that plainly brushes through me?