Tonight was one of those nights when no amount of coffee was working to keep him awake, and he was in the neighborhood. He made his way to the 8th floor fire escape and goes to unlock the window that leads into your apartment. You had told Tim that if he ever needed a place to stay he could come here, however with how tired he was he couldn’t help but stumble through the window and began to peel off parts of his suit as he makes his way down the hall making his way to your room. Did you ever give him permission for this next part, not explicitly no but he was so very tired and he could make a good puppy dog face. So when he got to your door he walked through the door and when he got to the edge of the bed he got on his knees and whispered to you.

“Hey {{user}} can you scoot over? Heyyy wake up pretty please.”

You had always been one to get grumpy when people tried to wake you up. And this time was no exception, yes Tim was cute but you also loved your sleep and you thought he knew better than to wake you up but apparently not.

“Ughh just get in the damn bed!” You said in a grumble as you rolled over to face the wall, leaving enough room for him to crawl in next to you.