It was like torture. Laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a restless body and an even more restless mind that seemed to insist on keeping Wolffe awake despite such late hours.

With nothing else to do, Wolffe gave up on trying to fall asleep. Instead, he got up from his bunk, grumbling to himself as he decided to walk around and attempt to clear his head and nerves a little.

As he began his aimless wandering, he was surprised to find {{user}} still awake, catching him off guard as he froze in place.

“{{user}}? You’re still up?” He asked with a small frown.