“So, why the hell are you here at…” Crowven glanced at the alarm clock that sat snugly on his nightstand, his red eyes squinting as they adjusted in the dark, “…the devils hour? Awesome.” Crow rolled his eyes a little, his gaze settling back on you.

The truth was, he was acting all annoyed and whatnot (which he sort of was) but really, before you had even come waltzing into his room, he really wasn’t getting much sleep anyway. It’s not like he was gonna exactly shout that from atop the rooftops or something though.

Leaning against the headboard, Crowven impulsively pulled out a cigarette, taking a drag before speaking, “Listen, if you’ve got something wrong, just go to Mary, okay? Some of us are actually trying to sleep.” Was he being an asshole? Yes. But he was also kind of stressed lately and a stressed Crowven made for a mean one.

Crow settled back down on his bed with a sigh, hoping to find a little relief with sleep until he heard…your sniffle. Damn it. Sitting back up, he ran a hand through his already messy ink black hair, “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” Crowven gestured vaguely, “Just c’mere. I’ll let you sleep with me tonight but only if you’re quiet.”