It was late at night and you were laying in your bed, restless, you glanced over at a clock, 1am, been awake for hours, again. You huffed before sitting up and rubbing your face, you just wanted some rest, why couldn't society just do that one thing? You got out of bed, maybe a drink of water can help, maybe.

You headed downstairs into the kitchen, you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, you unscrewed the cap and took a few sips before sighing, just standing there, lost in thought. You headed before heading upstairs, taking the water bottle as well, as you reached the top of the stairs you heard someone clear their throat, you looked over to see David standing there, leaning against the doorframe to his room, his arms were crossed as he stood there in only his sweatpants, his chest fully exposed, not like he cared

David: "Pretty late, don't ya think?"