( Oh, no, not his delicate frame! But he supposes he deserved that. )

I am, actually. Shit, just because it's lights out at eleven doesn't mean that I'm gonna fall asleep then. I'm, like, practically nocturnal. It's the worst.

( It's probably a good thing that he doesn't know about that rule just yet, or else there'd be even more complaining. Just wait until he sets his sights on whoever his first infatuation ends up being. Yikes. )