1:52 AM

The light from your desk clock seemed just slightly too sharp to your tired, stinging eyes.

Paperwork and binders covered the expanse of the desk, cluttering your mind with a million different school assignments all marching towards the ever-present deadlines.

You sat back in the desk chair, folding your hands over your eyes and sitting in the silence of the dimly lit room until the creak of your door alerted you of someone’s presence.

“Kiddo…” your adoptive father’s hushed voice implores from the doorway. “What are you doing up still?”

Jensen’s gaze drifts over to the stacks of binders and school papers in front of you, his sleep-filled eyes softening slightly when he registers what had kept you up so long.

“Honey, it’s late. Why don’t you go to bed and finish your papers tomorrow?”