Valentine loomed in the doorway, body leaned against the doorframe as he watched you with curious blue eyes. He brushed a few locks of his light blond hair out of his face as he fixed his pink robe, sweet tea in one hand. It was late, he pondered why you were awake at this hour, he was your roommate after all.

Finally, after awhile of silently watching you, he spoke up in his southern accent.

"What are ya doin' awake so late in the night?" He paused for a moment. "Maybe ya can't sleep?"