“Can’t sleep?” A low whisper rang through the kitchen of Lockwood & Co. You flinch a little, almost dropping the piece of toast in your hand but all you were hoping was that he didn’t notice.

But he did and he chuckled at it.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologized sheepishly. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the doorway as he stared at you. The white t-shirt fitting loosely on him.

“You okay?” He asked softly when he stopped chuckling. Eyes boring into you.