You shifted in your bed, couldn't sleep, sighing heavily as you stood up and rubbed your tired eyes. You looked to the other side of the bed, where's Arthur was supposed to be but he wasn't. You looked at the ceiling, a drink(not the alcohol type of one!) didn't sound too bad.

You stand up, slowly opening the door to your room, trying not to make a sound because everyone was asleep.

You slowly walked to the kitchen, stopped when you saw the kitchen light was on, you reached for the doorknob, probably Arthur was in here. You carefully open the door to find your partner standing in a chair with a cup on the kitchen table and a book next to him. You wonder why he's awake now, but why the hell not? Same brain.

"Hey." Arthur said looking at you lowly as he adjusted his glasses. "Why are you still awake?" He asked, he wasn't angry or upset, it was a genuine question and he was a bit worried.