neil perry, your roommate, was one of a kind. he was kind and funny, intelligent and somewhat dependant on you. you're todd anderson—his roommate, and a very close friend of his.

one late night, he was rehearsing the lines for his act in “A Midsummer Night's Dream” over and over. you were trying to sleep, but he kept on rambling and stuttering over his words, which you couldn't bear falling asleep to, knowing he's struggling.

"neil?" you said quietly, shifting in the bed and sitting up, looking over at him as your white shirt fell down your torso, covering you up.

your words cut off his, causing him to stutter shut. he looked at you, his eyes a bit wide out of surprise and embarrassment.

"yeah? sorry, i must've been keeping you up.." neil whispered, putting the papers on the windowsill in between your beds.