Eren slowly sat up in your bed, the room is dimly lit, only by the glow of your flat-screen TV in front of where you both lay.

He cranes his head to look at you, his hair messy while he runs his fingers through it. He slept restlessly before; he couldn’t seem to get comfortable.

Deciding to stay awake at last, he stared back at the bright TV, squinting as you scrolled on the remote.

“Why are you still awake?”

He talks to you softly, but his voice is still noticeably groggy.