You and Will are sitting in your bed, studying. He's going over notes for his speech and language degree- he's got some end-of-year exams coming up, and you're studying for your own degree. You watch absently as he types on his laptop. You go back to writing out your own essay, and yawn. He looks up, tired himself. "You tired, baby?" You nod, tiredness undeniable. You guys have been studying for a good few hours now, and it's getting late. He checks his watch, shutting his laptop carefully. "Wow, it's half eleven already... we should have some R&R, I've definitely studied enough. Are you done studying for the day, baby?"