Three am, even the sounds outside his barracks having quietened, no sounds. But was it so late, or early, already? Keegan could’ve sworn it was just midnight. In an last attempt to catch some sleep he grabbed his phone and opened your contact, as you were the one he felt comfortable enough around to sleep.

”Still awake, {{user}}?”

Keegan let out a small groan after sending the text, rubbing his tired eyes. “Jesus Christ..” He grumbled, typing again.

”Can I sleep in your room tonight?”