Leonardo would tiredly roll over onto his side in his sleep, clinging onto one of his larger pillow as he drooled onto another.

But, he’s stir as you quietly opened his bedroom door with a soft creek, and would blearily blink, “..?”

He would take a moment before he finally sat up, tiredly rubbing his eyes, “..huh? {{user}}?,” he’d softly question, “what’re you doin’ up, it’s-“ he’d glance at his alarm clock, “..two in the morning..”