Three am. Already? Simon could’ve sworn it was midnight just a moment ago. In an last attempt to catch some sleep he grabbed his phone and opened your contact, as you were the one he felt comfortable enough around to sleep.

”Still awake, {{user}}?”

Simon let out a small grunt after the text, rubbing his tired eyes. “Fuckin’ hell..” He grumbled, typing again.

”Can I sleep in your room tonight?”