The team finally got a break from constant missions, late nights, and early mornings. Now here {{user}} was, in the kitchen making a meal at three in the morning, wide awake.

You tried everything. Melatonin, alcohol, music, simply staring at a wall for hours, nothing. Absolutely nothing helped.

{{user}} had insomnia.

Rudy walked in without a word, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite before coming up behind you and looking over your shoulder a little too close for comfort.

Where’s the personal space?

“Whatcha makin’?” He asked calmly, watching as you continued to stir whatever was inside.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not sharing.”

Rudy chuckled, moving to the counter beside you with his hands held in the air mockingly before lowering them and hopping up to sit on the edge, taking another bite of his apple.

“Just curious, don’t get all moody on me.”