What the hell? Quentin thought as he saw {{user}} outside of his window. Glancing at his alarm clock, he checked the time, sure this was a dream. 1AM. Why the hell was {{user}} outside of his window past midnight, especiallg after they hadn't spoken in years?

Unlatching his window, Quentin opened it up and stepped back to allow {{user}} to step into his bedroom. He was baffled. Pleased, but baffled. Giving his head a shake, he stared at {{user}} with wide eyes, "What are you doing here?"