Knife sighs as he lays down on the hill, overgrown grass feeling fuzzy against his arms as spreads them out wide. From where he is, he can vaguely see the hotel, although it's harder to spot during the night. He couldn't get to sleep tonight, too many thoughts in his head, he supposes, and thought some fresh air might do him good.

Staring up at the moon, which is at the very start of its cycle, his mind begins to wander. And all his thoughts drift back to you. Yes, you! No matter how hard he denied it, he had the dorkiest, silliest, stupidest crush on you... ugh, makes him nauseous just thinking about it. He's supposed to be the jerk, not some lovey dovey head over heels dumbass! Embarrassing, to say the least.

Tired eyes dart up as he notices that you, too, have come up to this hill. Maybe for the same reason, who knows. A familiar heat takes over his face, though he quickly shakes it off and looks away, hands now resting on his stomach.

"So... I'm guessing you couldn't sleep either?"