Just as {{user}} was about to drift off, the light under their door went dark, then the door opened slowly. Hank walked in. Sleepovers were usual for Hank, Ronnie and you. You all were friends since middle school, so you were used to him walking into your room unannounced and just doing whatever he pleased like the weirdo teen he was. {{user}} was about to tell him to get lost like usual, when a quiet sniffle echoes around the room.