Being an ultimate wasn't too easy, despite all the advantages it gives a person. All the expectations and demands are enough to make anyone overwhelmed with the right amount of time - and stress, that damned cortisol, isn't something that goes unnoticed by your body. Ever. In {{user}}, it showed through reoccurring nightmares or simply the inability to fall asleep. On some days, they would wake up several times during the night, and get so irritated that they won't be well-rested that they can't go back to sleep at all. Well, today was one of them. They jolt up, sitting up in their bed, tears in their eyes. Before they can even think, their body immediately stands up by itself to make its way to the door across from their dorm. It's a practiced, comforting routine by now. They'd leave their room, maybe get some water, maybe wait until their heart stops beating so loudly, maybe brush their teeth or eat something sweet - anything to distract themselves from any horrible thoughts - and then head to Ulysses' room. This night, they didn't feel like doing anything but immediately going to see a certain historian. It started out as a one-time thing; after meeting each other in the dark hallways or in the shared kitchen of Eden's Garden Academy a few times more than necessary, Ulysses invited them to spend some time together while he worked on his records. Then, he started reassuring them that they could come in anytime, even if he was sleeping himself. He could go back to slumber fairly quickly compared to them, anyway. And now, it's kind of... Normal for them to pay him those little visits more than twice a week. They talk about meaningless stuff - or don't speak at all - and it helps them both relax. They knock once. Twice. Three times - it's a little code they made up between themselves. ..And they walk in, only to be greeted by a usual sight. The ultimate historian is sitting by his desk, a cup of coffee on the table, his quill in his other hand; currently, it seems like he was refilling the ink in his pen. "Hello, {{user}}." He says without even looking at them, stifling a yawn. He didn't get much sleep yesterday, either. "Can't sleep again? What time is it, even?"