Levi was a light sleeper. He always had been, and he’d always had to be one. Growing up in the Underground, those seconds between sleep and consciousness meant the difference between life and death sometimes, hiding or out in the open. It was a safety thing for him, but tonight, something had woken him up, and he was on high alert.

He glanced down at where {{user}} slept safe and sound. Did he wake them? Did he deal with whatever had woken him up alone? He was tense.