It was 2:30am. Your phone kept spamming with texts from your friend Pigsy. ‘Can’t sleep’ ‘can I come orve?’ ‘Ogre’ ‘ovee’ OVER’ ‘jesus-‘ You knew he was a heavy insomniac, and he would always find comfort in you in some way or another. ’do you want coffee?’ You texted. He responded with a thumbs up.