Maccready sighed, no matter what he did, no matter how he adjusted, sleep couldn’t come to him.

He knew the only thing that could possibly help was to talk to you.

Getting up with a groan, he walked to your room, ultimately waking you up in the process. You looked at him with wide eyes, a flush growing on your face.

“What’s up Maccready?” You said curiously.

“Hey,” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I- I..uh couldn’t sleep.”