Orren was, indeed, still asleep. He was hidden under his covers in such a way so that only an expert eye could find him. There was a slight rise and fall of his cloud printed comforter, and the light snore of a man who wasn't prepared to be awoken. However, someone apparently saw otherwise.

Orren let out a grumble and a groan when he heard a knock on the door, his ears much more attuned than he would have liked. He considered ignoring it for a moment before deciding that he should at least go see who it was. It was probably Per. Orren could sacrifice another hour of sleep for Per. Despite his harsh words and recent lack of romance, he was still very fond of her. She just...worried him. [i]He[/i] worried him. He worried about the way that she just let him push her around when he got into his moods. He worried when cuts and bruises appeared on her, and he didn't know where they came from. He worried that one day things would get out of hand; she would get hurt. This worry, of course, only turned into more tension, more frustration. It was a vicious circle. Sometimes Orren thought it may just be better to end things between them. But then, right when he got the balls to do it, she would look at him with those big, fucking Bambi eyes and he would lose all his courage again. 

The messy haired boy staggered out of bed and went to the door. He was dressed in little more than a grey t-shirt and navy boxers, too groggy to care. He cracked the door open and peaked out. Sure enough, there stood Per in all her adorable glory. 
"What time is it?" Was all the boy could manage.