The boys were sleeping soundly until ...

Karanthir shifted position - and then ...

thump!

ZYFAN:

Ow!

KARANTHIR: 

Zyfan, are you alright?

ZYFAN:

I am not quite certain. Karanthir, why did you push me off the bed?

KARANTHIR:

 I didn’t. You were sleeping on my arm and
it was going numb. All I did was move, a little.

ZYFAN: 

Why did you not ask me to get off of you?

KARANTHIR: 

You looked so peaceful. I couldn't bring
myself to disturb you.

ZYFAN:

 So instead you chose to toss me to the floor?

KARANTHIR: 

My prince, I would never purposely toss you anywhere.
It’s ... this bed, it’s too narrow, there isn't enough room.
Come now, let me help you up ...

ZYFAN:

 You did not think the bed was too narrow last night.
No, I do not recall you complaining once.

KARANTHIR: 

We weren’t sleeping then.

ZYFAN: 

That is true but still, I do not think it is proper
etiquette to throw one’s lover out of his own bed.

KARANTHIR:

 You’re not going to let me live this down are you?

ZYFAN: 

This is a very serious matter. I believe you may have bruised me.

KARANTHIR:

 I’m so very sorry.

ZYFAN: 

What do you think you are doing?

KARANTHIR: 

Examining you. I can’t let an injury go
unattended. Honestly my prince, I don't
see any permanent damage.

ZYFAN:

 Then you are not looking in the right places.

KARANTHIR: 

Is that how it is?

ZYFAN:

 You woke me up, I think it only fitting that 

you help me go back to sleep.

KARANTHIR: 

Of course my prince, anything for you.