She heard a soft groan through the door, followed by the shifting of sheets and the familiar sound of Orren's feet padding against the floor. The door opened a crack and revealed a slice of Orren's body. Per brightened at the sight of him, a smile stretching across her face and her eyes shining. For almost her entire life she had known him, and she had grown more attuned to the sound of his voice and the way he moved and the rhythm of his breathing than she was to her own self. Even still, the sight of him sent her heart racing. With the new sight it was even worse than before. Now she could see every strand in his messy hair and every curve in his smile and, her favorite, every fleck of brilliant color in his eyes. She could see every little bit of him in perfect clarity, and he was so fascinating she could had stared at him for years.

Right now his eyes were tired and only peeking open, and his voice was deeper than usual, coated with sleep. He asked what time it was, and her heart fell into her stomach as a wave of guilt washed over her. Had she knocked harder than she meant to? Clearly she had woken him up sooner than he wanted to get up. Her mouth pulled down at the corners, her expression growing sheepish. "Uh, I don't know." Truth be told, she hadn't even glanced at a clock since she had climbed out of bed. But the sun had made it's way through her room and into her bed, so that meant it was earlier than she'd like but a while past daybreak. "...Nine, maybe? I'm sorry, go back to bed. I didn't mean to wake you if you didn't want to get up, I just thought - there's a bus outside - I thought you might be waking up soon, I just - I'm sorry - Nevermind," she rambled. Her eyes flicked down at his pajamas and she winced, feeling terrible and guilty for waking him just because she wanted to see him. "Sorry, Ore. Go back to bed."