We talked a bit until we were both yawning, and decided to get some rest. It's now 11 Pm, and I'm getting up to ask Axl if he can tell me where the water is...

     I yawn, kicking off my covers and get up. My mouth is dry, so I'm going to go ask Axl for some water. It feels pathetic but... eh, I don't care what I'm like anymore. I walk over to his room, and see the door is cracked open, the bolt out as if it was meant to be locked. My heart speeds up as I walk through the door, opening it further as light spills into the room, splitting the darkness. There are so many things I could see right now. Innocent Axl, no Axl, angry Axl, or... sleeping Axl? I look up to where his bed would be as my eyes adjust to the light. I take in a silent breath as I see the figure in front of me...