Cyril had eventually dosed off on the couch, not really bothering with moving to his bad as the night wore on, his couch comfortable enough to sleep on. If Piritta ever called him, he missed it having left his phone in the bedroom, so he woke up the next morning slightly disoriented and maybe feeling like the day before was a bit of a dream.

He laid on the couch staring at the ceiling for several minutes, processing all the feelings from the day before and the realness of the kiss before she left and the sparks up his arm when he'd brushed his fingers across her mark. There was no way it could have been a dream, which had a smile gracing Cyril's face as he lay there.

Sitting up, he decided he couldn't wait any longer to see her again, the night without her an eternity, that he stood to go and grab her phone. He frowned seeing he didn't have a missed call, but it was unimportant since he would speak to her soon anyway. He scrolled to her name in his favorites and pressed the button, a type of anticipation already feeling him.

He waited impatiently for her to answer, tapping his foot on the ground as he stood there. Finally, he heard the click of the phone being answered and breathed out a simple, "I miss you."