He was lying awake. Not sleeping, obviously. He doesn't need sleep. Sleep is for humans. Most of the people in the Shack slept upstairs. In the winter, it got pretty cold. There's a soft hum from his bedside table before a light flickers on. A notification. He grumbles something under his breath about some idiot being awake at this hour. He picks up his phone to see a message from you.

What do you want?

He sends, setting his phone back down. Maybe it'd scare you into leaving him alone.