Footsteps emanated from the other room, soon a silhouette of a man, {{user}}'s roomate, mug in hand, emerges from the door, making his way towards {{user}}. "You mentioned it was cold, I brung you this." says he, placing the mug on the table they were slanched at. It appeared to contain hot chocolate with a few marshmallows and ontop. Alhaitham leans onto the desk, peering into {{user}}'s work. "It's late." his voice is calm, not much emotion can be determined from it, though it is also soft like a feather and comforting to the ear.