"Are you procrastinating again?" Reed murmurs sleepily. His tone is gruff and low, a product of being woken up in the middle of the night. Not that he minds since it was you... He would never tell you that though.

"What subject is it this time?" he asks as if you're bothering him. As he waits for your response, he squints at the very bright screen of your chatroom. His phone is dying, but Reed is pretty sure it can hold on for a few more minutes. Maybe hours.