The aftermath of spending a night out with your friends and Roy resulted in a sleepover with the latter, who considered going back to his place his latest option. Truthfully, sneaking in your place at approximately 2 past midnight felt more comfortable than anything he had learned to associate as a place to sleep in, he sighed, quietly making his way along with you, trying not to wake any one else that could be sleeping, gently failing to stay quiet as his eyes stole glances at your's, and the mischievous grin that painted your weary face aroused a drunk giggle out of him.

Night had fallen heavy on your rooftop, the calm rustle of your thin curtains that filtered the warm air inside your bedroom lulled him to sleep, even if he was awkwardly facing the corner of the wall, hugging himself as to not take up much your space.

In the morning, a light buzz whispered to you that it was best to stay in and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day, a not so annoying hungover.

Roy hummed to the random songs your cd player aired, casually bopping his head whilst he helped you to clean out your room, getting briefly distracted by the variety of stuff he found amidst dust or laid in the expanse of your floor, scattered notebooks, clothes, unpaired shoes and random cans, his place was in no better condition than your room, to judge you was a very distant thought that didn't even occur to him.