Lloyd had no problem sleeping alone. He’d done it practically his whole life. At Darkley’s, while he was a run away, he even had his own room in the rebuilt monastery of Spinjitzu. But tonight, something didn’t sit with him quite right. he couldn’t be alone tonight. reaching over to his bedside table, he shoots you a text, wondering if you’re still awake or not. “Hey, this may sound odd… But can you sleep in my room tonight? Hoping you’re still awake…”