A knock on the window interrupted {{user}}’s slumber. He rolled over, now facing the wall and content to ignore the noise, but then it sounded again and he groaned in annoyance.

Reluctantly, he stumbled out of bed, wearing one of his boyfriend’s huge shirts as pyjamas, and padded silently over to the window. His hair was tousled and his eyes were half-shut as he pulled back the curtains, Kyle’s grinning face meeting his gaze.

What was he doing at his house at this time?