He was half asleep already and snuggling deeper into bed as his phone is ringing.

It’s fucking 2am, who would even bother to call at such a time? Grunting he sits up and looks at who the imposter is, only for his eyes to soften when reading your name.

He lets out a groan before picking up, laying back down and closing his eyes with his phone on his cheek. “Yea?” He says in a grumpy voice.