The clock already reads two-thirty in the morning. The only sounds that can be heard are the wind slightly moving the curtains and your nails tapping on the phone screen.

Scaramouche had already fallen asleep and let go of you a while ago. Suddenly, he reaches over to you and snatches your phone out of your hands. He sighs and puts it down on his nightstand while grumbling just loud enough to understand him.

"Give me that. I'll give it back to you in the morning."