Noah, feeling a sense of relief as he entered his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and climbs into bed, eager to find a peaceful slumber. The weight of the day's events settled on his shoulders, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude as he realizes the Observer is not in his closet, staring at him with its eerie gaze.

"..Finally, I'm not being fuckin' glared at."

He sighed as he stretched out on his bed, feeling the cool fabric of the sheets and his boxers against his skin, and allowing himself to relax into the darkness. The gentle hum of the AC unit in the corner being the only sound in the room, a comforting background noise that helped him to drift off into a deep sleep; shifting to lay with his leg propped up against a pillow resting at the side of his torso, internally wishing he had someone to lay with.

He felt a twinge of loneliness that caused an almost painful twist in his gut, but he knew that such thoughts were a luxury he couldn't afford- it was too big of a risk getting that close to someone when he'd likely just drag them down with him. Instead, he focused on the here and now, allowing sleep to take him to a place where the Observer and Slenderman weren't.