A cool summer night. 2 am, regular for him to still be awake.
Maybe his sister is right and his sleep schedule has gotten worse since he goes up there on a regular basis.

A few months ago he would have gone to bed about now, but there he sits, on his window sill, leaning against the glass of his window.

There's a nice breeze, his messy hair gets shaken a bit.
He doesn't care.
The wind up there is colder.

Often times he gives his scarf and gloves to the other one.
Every time he does, he lectures him about the importance of such accessories.
Rarely does he nit take the scarf and gloves.

He has actually given him a pair of each to keep for himself, but he doubts he wears them nearly as often as he should.

At least he always does whenever he sits outside of his cave when the night sky is clear. He woukd feel even worse if he wouldn't, but all of that the one, who's sitting at his window, doesn't know.

Neither of them can know that both of them are thinking about the other, when they look at the stars.

The little lights calm them.

It's probably the fact that they are the same stars the other one also sees.

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So, another night in reallife, another drabble like this.

I like to write these kind of things from time to time. They are perfect for calming down.

Hope you enjoyed this one! :)

See ya!