Saturday, February 2nd; San Francisco, California - 2:21 AM

Laurence is currently tuning his guitar, having been up all night unable to sleep or distract himself from his thoughts. Those thoughts being existential dread, as usual, they’re not fun. Normally, he’d just take melatonin or whatever he could find to fall asleep faster, but he knew that his roommate was awake.

So he set his guitar aside with a sigh, stood up, and walked over to their room to knock on the door.

“{{user}},” he said quietly, “are you asleep? I’m sorry for bothering you.”