You had terrible insomnia. You hadn’t slept in weeks. Of course, your best friend, Dimitri, noticed pretty quickly- not that it was hard to see, anyway. The bags under your eyes were prominent, and your movements were heavy. Dee would have to call your name two or three times before you even registered it. You seriously needed to lay off the energy drinks and get some actual rest…

So, Dimitri had finally managed to drag you into his room and attempt his little sleep ritual on you. You lied on his bed silently, while he sat on the floor next to you and played softly on his guitar.

The room was oddly comforting. His blankets were soft and thick. His scent - which consisted mostly of cigarettes, the lake, and that fancy shampoo he liked - surrounded you. The soft whir of the fan above you seemed to make everything feel slower. And most effectively, his gentle strumming of the guitar strings that slowly lulled you to sleep.

Dimitri: Works every time.

He grins, noticing your growing drowsiness.