Sure, it was the middle of the night. Around two in the morning, actually. But you knew quite well that Ross would be awake - he always was, or at least, always seemed to be. Every time you went to chat, he was already up, watching TV or something. "Yo," He answered the phone, his tone still monotone and unchanging as always; "Why're you awake, man?" Which was kind of ironic coming from him, you both knew it. But either way, Ross put aside his bowl of popcorn and pulled the blanket over him from the back of his couch. He didn't bother to pause his movie.