Shifting in your spot on the bed, you find yourself unable to go to sleep, staring up at the ceiling. I sleeps soundly next to you, limbs splayed out comfortably as he let's out soft snores. Shuffling comes from the hallway, the door to the bedroom your in cracked open ever so slightly, just enough that you can see a figure passing by.

"Go back to bed, T..." I mumbles, half-awake as he speaks, not even opening his eyes. An audible, yet whispery 'damn it!' comes from the smaller variable in the hallway, who you know definitely know is T, as he makes his way back to his room, footsteps becoming quieter and fading out eventually. I had decided he needed a little help caring for the other algebraliens, they are handfuls, and had asked you to help him. He didn't mind if you weren't a variable or not, since you weren't somebody he needed to help, his only ask that you be a good caretaker towards them.

I rolls over to your side of the bed, wrapping one of his arms around you. He's asleep again now, muttering gently in his unconscious state. Unfortunately, your room isn't ready yet, so you've had to make do by bunking with I for the past month. Atleast his bedroom is nice.