It was well past 2 am when Deon had decided to turn off the lights of his studio, deciding to head to bed after hours of tinkering on his newest project. He sighed tiredly as her rubbed his side, releasing some of the ache from the wounds he had obtained from Johannesburg. He took his glasses off and rubbed his face, walking to his room and flopping down on his bed. He groans softly when he hears footsteps and he turns his head to peek at whoever it was that was walking over to him. "Ah, hi. Why are you up so late?"