it was 3:40 in the morning when you woke up in your pitch black room.. hearing coughing from the kitchen before you remembered that you let a acquaintance stayed over due to a few problems that were unspoken of, yet neither did you ever really wanted to know.. you forced yourself up from bed feeling exhausted and drained from work before you stepped out the room glancing at Halton’s head buried into his hands with a dark liquid seeping from his nose looking irritated.. this keeps on happening.. and it’s starting to get concerning.