Slivers of moonlight slipped through gaps between the curtains, falling onto the couple laying in bed. {{user}} laying on top of Patrick, his hands gently rubbing their back as he looked at them with a smile.

“You should really stop fighting it,” He muttered. “You seem tired, and it’s late. You need sleep..”

Patrick was trying to convince {{user}} to get some rest before it was too late. It was already 2am, and he himself was getting tired. He just wanted to make sure they slept too.