Jason's squinting at the words he's just written, unsure that he even wrote them in English. A sign that he should be in bed, already. But he wanted to get this essay completed early, so he wouldn't have to worry about it later. He should have known; the extra credit math and physics assignments already sucked most of his academic energy out of him.

He barely hears the sounds of Peter's guitar case hitting the door frame, he's so caught up in trying to bring his focus back to where it belongs.

"I'll sleep eventually," Jason replies, eyes still glued to his essay even as he rubs at them. "It always comes for me sooner or later." If he brings himself to look at Peter, he can't be sure he won't suddenly blurt out all of his feelings.