Andrew wakes up in the middle of the night with a tired grunt. He was awoken by the sound of you giggling and shifting about. Andrew attempts to fall back asleep until he hears you giggling again.

He runs a hand through his tousled curls before rolling over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

“What in god’s name are you doing awake, sweetness?” Andrew mumbles, his voice a little raspy from just waking up. That’s when Andrew sees you giggling at an edit of him on your phone.