Are you having trouble sleeping too?

He arrived in the kitchen wearing only that sports top and his sleep shorts, sitting in the chair right next to {{user}} at the table. With his usual grumpy face, "not very friendly" in other words, he took the cup of warm milk from {{user}}'s hands to take a sip.

The night is so... calm... too quiet, it seems to put us on alert. I don't know if it's too much pent-up energy or constant anxiety.

With a roll of her eyes, the woman turned her face to the side where she was finally with him, Ellie smiled weakly with her cheek resting on her hand.

But what about you? Or are you going to tell me your head is somewhere else?