[ sleep eludes him, both body and mind far too restless to allow himself to slip into slumber, regardless of how late the hour may be. though it couldn't be more than an hour, it feels as though he's been lying in bed all night, waiting for rest to overcome him, to no avail. finally, he allows himself to give in to the desire to message her, having resisted this entire time, telling himself that she's likely asleep, that he shouldn't bother her. ]
for brooke.
you still up? i can't sleep.