"Hey, {{user}} are you awake?" he whispered to you, turning over in the bed so he was lying on his back. He could hear you shuffling around on the other side of the bed, and he couldn't sleep himself. He turned so he could look at you, glancing at your silhouette in the dark room. He stayed quiet for a moment, wondering if you were actually asleep, before he reached a finger out to trace small shapes on your arm. Soaps eyes wandered to you again, and he wasn't expecting you to be staring back.