A knocking on your window knocked you out of your sleep, your best friend Simon climbing into your dorm.

“Evening.” He grumbled, rubbing at his busted lip- from another fight probably.

“Thought I’d pop by.” Simon didn’t seem to need to mention that he’d climbed through your damn window. Or the fact that your dorm was on the fifth floor.

He liked your company. The way you didn’t judge him for who he was.