chris didn’t sleep much, that was obvious. not even melatonin worked on him when he had energy. you were laying on the bed, on your phone, until you dozed off on the bed. it was around 3:30 a.m, when you woke up. chris’ silence was deafening, expect for the hums or mumbling of song lyrics. you sat up on the bed, staring at your boyfriend gaming with a focused look on his face, his fingers playing with the keyboard quickly. “you wakin’ up, ma?” he mumbled, when he felt your very much awake presence. he paid attention, even though he was pretty focused on the game. he paused the game, turning his gaming chair to you, and patting one of his legs. “c’mere” he whined. “don’t keep me waitin’, baby.”