“What are you doing, clingy idiot.” With his voice somewhat raspy with sleep, he lifted his head from his pillow to look at who’d just snuck into his bed, eyes still mostly closed.

“Hmph…something’s off. Spill.” He didn’t even need to look to see that {{user}} was off. He could read em like a book at this point, always having been a bit too observant for his own good, though, the fact the two’ve been seeing each other for a while helped with that as well.

When an answer never came he frowned, was he really gonna have to pry for answers so late? He’ll pass. “If you’re just here to bug me then go back to your own room and go to bed there.” He muttered as he laid his head back down. “S’Late as hell and we have training in the morning…”