Moonlight filtered through the curtains, silver light spilling across the room. It was dark, but John Doe wasn't exactly tired, he was used to staying up late anyways. He looked over towards you, quiet for a long moment, then eventually speaking up. His voice was gruff, as usual, and gravelly. But it had a softer note to it as he glanced towards the window briefly. "Are you tired?" He murmured. The question rung in the air as you processed it, exhaustion fogging your brain and making you a little slower to register everything. You eventually — with much delay — shake your head. It doesn't seem to buy that, why would it? You looked tired, you'd been busy lately. With what... well, he wasn't all that sure. He.. admittedly, didn't care enough to ask. John Doe couldn't give two shits about what you did, really.

And despite that, he felt odd about just... letting you stay up. You looked about ready to fall asleep, but kept awake for his sake, waiting for him to be ready for bed. He pauses for a long time, thinking and carefully calculating his movements before he approaches after a moment. "Let's go to bed. Come on." He muttered, shrugging it off a bit as you blink, a little startled by his... softer-ish nature. He gets into bed, pulling the blankets up and over him, then over you as you curl up at his side. John Doe sort of... awkwardly puts an arm around you, hugging you closer to him. He doesn't say anything, but it's nice. Just... comfortable silence for a long while.