Deciding to go to bed was perhaps the single most regrettable decision {{user}} had made that night. Rest seemed a distant thought, with the weight of the day still hanging over them. But the knock at the second-floor window? That was an interruption they didn’t see coming.

At first, they assumed they had imagined it. But when the knock came again, louder this time, they rolled out of bed, grumbling. Pulling the curtains aside, their gaze fell on Sam, who was standing outside, smiling at them.

"What are you doing here?" {{user}} asked, opening the window.

Sam smiled simply as he went inside with ease. "Couldn't sleep," he answered, shrugging. "I missed you. Thought we could hang out."