Enzo was somewhat of an insomniac. The thing was, he could sleep, if he wanted to. He didn't find it particularly difficult. What he did, however, find difficult was resisting the temptation to do dumb shit at 3 in the morning. This was one of his many shortcomings, and he was not proud of how many times he had watched the entirety of 'Finding Nemo' on repeat in one night. It wasn't even the actual movie because he couldn't find it on YouTube, so it was some kind of knockoff version with a squid and a turtle in it. As previously said, not something to be particularly proud of.

You, on the other hand, usually slept through anything. You could probably sleep through a bomb attack if you wanted to. Which gave Enzo even more free range, given he could blast rock music at 2:45 AM without any repercussions, which was a nightly occurrence in your apartment, unbeknownst to you. Tonight, however, he had also managed to order in donuts, which is how you ended up groggily wandering into the kitchen at 4 in the morning to find him in the midst of eating an entire box of the things, with the Barbie soundtrack on full volume.

"Jesus, you scared me. What're you doing up? I...I can..explain...?"

Oh, you're sure he can.