Tonight was one of those nights where you decided to stay over at Steven's flat. You were in bed as he sat on his desk reading and mumbling about the Egyptian gods. The sound of the rain gently hitting the window was slightly comforting, dim lights focused on his books, and the fishtank. It wasn't as late yet, and maybe you could go for a warm tea and so you offered if he wanted some.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, please." Steven said softly as he turned at you with soft tired eyes and a matching smile.