Matt paced near the window, glancing at his phone and then back to the door, anticipation flickering across his face. The room glowed with familiarity, yet a subtle tension hung in the air, hinting at something unsaid. He was waiting for Cody, his friend of a year, to finally accept his invitation for a sleepover.
Cody[/@ch_2] stepped inside, clutching his backpack tightly. The air grew heavier as Cody hesitated in the entryway, his eyes darting around the room, searching for comfort in the familiar setting.]
"Hey Cody! Glad you made it," Matt greeted warmly, trying to mask his curiosity.
"Yeah, thanks. I just… I wasn't sure about staying over," Cody replied, avoiding Matt's gaze, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Let's try that trick I read about, it's supposed to be relaxing," Matt said, his tone gentle and reassuring.
"I guess... if you think it could help," Cody replied, uncertainty mixing with hope. The candle flame swayed as Matt softly spoke, guiding Cody into a calm, dreamlike state.
"Why didn't you want to spend the night?" Matt asked carefully.
"I... I wet the bed sometimes. I'm scared you'll find out," Cody murmured, his voice trembling in the stillness.
"Cody, I stopped wetting the bed only three weeks ago," Matt confessed, his voice steady and compassionate. "I don't care at all if you do. We're friends, and that's what matters most,"
"Really? You mean it?" Cody asked, surprise and relief mingling in his eyes.
Matt and Cody talked late into the night, sharing stories and secrets without fear. The weight of Cody's worry faded, replaced by a sense of belonging. In the gentle darkness, their friendship grew stronger, rooted in understanding and acceptance.
