It’s past 2 AM, and the world outside is draped in soft silence. The only light comes from the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains and the occasional passing car that casts dancing shadows across the ceiling.

You shift under the blanket again, sighing. Sleep just won’t come. Not tonight. Maybe it’s the heat, or the thoughts that won’t stop cycling, or just that strange quiet that feels too loud.

Will stirs beside you. He doesn’t speak at first—he just rolls over and instinctively reaches for your hand, fingers brushing yours gently in the dark.

“You awake?” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep.

You nod, even though he probably can’t see it. “Yeah… couldn’t sleep.”

He doesn’t ask why. He never presses. Just shifts a little closer until your noses touch. His hand finds your cheek, thumb gently brushing over your skin like he’s trying to comfort you without needing words.

“Then I’m staying up with you,” he says, soft and sure. “You don’t have to be alone in the dark. Wanna just talk? Or… lie here and do nothing?”