Conrad couldn't fucking sleep, but you could. You slept like a goddamn baby who'd been coked up on melatonin. Whereas Conrad slept like melatonin wasn't even in his vocabulary.

So now he found himself gaming at like, what? 3am? His leg bounced idly, the blue light of his screen illuminating his features as he gnawed his bottom lip. He didn't know whether it was stress, or nerves, or simply a lack of being tired, but he had so much energy that he didn't know what to do with, to be fair. "Oh, fuck you," he muttered under his breath when someone took a shot at him.

Conrad was used to being practically silent as he gamed, since he only usually did it when you were dead asleep.

And he was great at clocking your presence, even when enthralled in the game. "Hey," his voice was low, thick with sleep. "You gonna go back to sleep? Or what, babe?" His voice was gentle, eyes flickering back over to you for a moment before he looked back at the game, cursing under his breath at something that had happened.

"Can come sit here if you want," Conrad offered, brushing his hair out of his face before he spread his legs idly, swaying in the chair. "Don't mind," he adds, fingers moving deftly against the controller.

He was such a sweetheart, even when you probably didn't appreciate it much due to your sleepy state.