She really didn’t mean to do it. But he was shuffling so awkwardly, fumbling over his words, fidgeting with his helmet, and it was beyond endearing. Carys laughed. It wasn’t a malicious thing, more a giggle than anything else, but she just couldn’t help it. Her grey eyes danced up at him, brow arching, her dimple making an appearance.

“Well, I’m not completely alone, right?” she said with a grin, letting the statement hang in the air. 

“If I’d slept for more than eight hours in the past three days, I’d invite you in for coffee or something,” Carys said lightly, fingers fiddling with the ends of her brunette locks. “But Past Carys made some really poor life choices, and now Present Carys needs a thirty hour nap. Or a nice relaxing coma.”

She reached out, gently punching his arm, the motion playful. 

“But text me, yeah? When I finally rise from my eternal sleep, I’m going to need someone to show me around properly, and I’m pretty sure my roommate is swamped with university. It was good seeing you, Chase,” she offered a small wave, taking a few steps backwards before finally turning and making a beeline for her box-filled bedroom, intent on finally sleeping.