It had been a tough day. And a tough night. It must've been around 1AM when your eyes forced themselves to close. You were listing to Ghost at the time. Of course Papa wasn't real... but it was nice to pretend, nevertheless.

The thing about the night is things come out that are hidden during the day. And this thing was Primo. He knew you were a devoted follower, and so he felt complied to see you and tuck you under a blanket to keep you from the cold.