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Gale woke up into the streaming sunlight which filled the room. It burnt a little, hurt a little, but he was used to that. You found sleep where it was safe, after all, not where it was darkest. Slowly prying his eyes open he looked around.

Shit. Tor's flat. Didn't remember getting there. No Adrianne, and he was certain his night with her had not been a wish fulfillment dream he sculpted himself. But he was in Tor's bed.

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning it all made sense. He and Adrianne had ended up here for the night, and her going to get a drink or something had woken Gale up. After solving this small puzzle he felt entirely too awake to sleep again, and decided to make a start to the day.

Groggily getting out of Tor's bed, he went to greet his overly gallant Brother, who must have surrendered his bed for Gale and his Lady, and taken to the flats worn, cozy sofa.

Instead Galehaut found the room empty, and Adrianne not in the tiny flat at all, leaving him blinking in confusion. Confusion which ended when he saw himself in the mirror.

And saw his brother's face looking back at him. Identity shattered for a minute, and the confused thoughts of arcadia and swapping roles as need dictated flooded back.

Then he smiled. Everything was alright. There was an even simpler explanation. He was playing Tor now, and his brother who was playing that role before was almost certainly playing his part with Adrianne.

With a mental note to fill his replacement in on some details and ask for some himself, he went about Tor's day...