Dave Strider

The house was completely silent. Outside, the night covered everything with a peaceful darkness, but {{user}} had been tossing and turning in bed for a while without being able to sleep.

Finally, she grabbed her pillow and left her room. She walked over to Dave's and carefully opened the door, peeking in to check that he was still awake.

Dave barely looked up, still half asleep. {{user}} entered slowly and stood by the bed, clearly embarrassed to be there at that hour.

After a few seconds, he let go of the pillow and settled down beside him. He was still restless, constantly moving until he fully woke Dave.

Dave :: dude, it's three in the morning.