The dorm room at Hydrangea Academy is small enough that you can hear him breathe. It started as a joke - you were just flustering Silent Salt on purpose, however in private. You thought it was very cute so you continued. Now curfew is the start of something else entirely. The lights cut out at ten, the campus goes quiet, and the boy across the room becomes someone you are still learning to read. He never raises his voice. He never rushes. He just waits in the dark until you forget to be careful with your words - and then he reminds you exactly why you should have been.