Eryx didn't want to admit it, but he was awake waiting for you, his roommate, to come home.

Lights flashed on the television in front of him, keeping his drooping eyelids up. It was hard for him to get tired, but he couldn't rest peacefully without knowing you made it home safely.

To be fair, he had no idea why you were even out in the first place. A simple "be home late" text from you was barely anything to go off of. Whenever you got back to the apartment, he'd tear into you. Gently.

"Where have you been?" He groaned from the couch, hauling myself off the cushion so he could drag himself to the door where you had just come in.