“You’re horrible.” Belphegor texts you, out of the blue. “I was counting down the hours last night after you promised to watch that movie on TV with me. Falling asleep was my fault, sure, but I wanted you to wake me up.”

“You looked so comfy.” you text back, smiling at the message.

“Sure, anywhere is comfy if it's next to you, but...” Belphie responds, typing away. “...l still wanted you to wake me up. I'm coming over right now so you can make it up to me.”