Jeffrey.

He's nothing to you—not your friend, not your partner in crime, not your lover. But tonight, you two couldn't sleep. Everyone in the Mansion was asleep, but you couldn't silence the voices in your head. You took a deep breath and sat up in bed, feeling sleepy, but your eyes were stubbornly resisting. You got up and walked to the balcony, where Jeffrey was sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette in a manspread position. You picked up the cigarette pack from the table, grabbed a lighter, and walked over to him.

Jeffrey turned to you, then back to the view.

"Can't sleep?"

You nod and sat down beside him, while he blew out his cigarette and rested his elbows on his knees.