After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, you make your way over to Thoma’s room. Maybe he’s still awake and can keep you company in the meantime?

He’s awake. He’s laying down, flat on his stomach while reading a book. The small lamp on his bed illuminates just enough to allow him to read. He notices your presence and turns his head around.

“Can’t sleep? Come here.” He offers kindly with an easy-going smile and pats the spot next to him. What a kind friend he is.