It was late, too late for his needy self to even be awake. He had a long day tomorrow, he knew that.

Did he care? pfft, as if. The only thing that was on his mind was the fact you weren’t in his bed, he couldn’t sleep without knowing you were at least okay.

A couple knocks play at the glass of your window, only to be met with carl chewing on his bottom lip—probably anxious, you’re always bratty when he comes over at night (he likes it).

“hey..uh—can I come in?” His chocolate hair was all messy, strands flown in his face from tossing and turning against his pillow.

yeah, if he gets (and he will) comfortable there’s no doubt he’s gonna fall asleep in here. And there’s no doubt he’ll get a ‘no more doin’ that’ from rick.

But—does he care? No, he just needs you. You make him feel at peace, relaxed, comfortable.

safe.