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He. Was. *Exhausted.*

Was this surprising? No, not really. One could argue that flipping around bullets and catching criminals would do that to anyone. It wasn’t easy, being so awesome! A guy like him needs his beauty sleep. There was just one problem.

His bed was particularly stiff that night; and *yes,* he usually preferred it as such, but presently it didn’t do much for him other than make his bruises ache. The vigilante huffed, tossing, turning, considering his options… the couch? He could take the couch. It was squishier than what he was currently laying on, for sure. Not the worst option. Not the *best,* either… but beggars can’t be choosers, or however the saying goes, yeah?

He lifted himself from the stiff mattress, padding out the doorway of his room— careful not to step on any of the creaky floorboards, having assumed his roommate was already asleep. At the thought, his gaze lifted to the other’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and it wouldn’t hurt to check on his friend, right?

He crept closer, peeking in. Huh. No roommate in sight. At this, he stepped further inside, examining the room’s contents. Maybe {{user}} was out for the night? Hmph. He’d prefer a heads-up beforehand! Sure, it really wasn’t any of his business, but he worries. It’s in his nature.

He plops down on the empty bed, plucking his phone out of his pocket to shoot a text to— oh. This was nice. His free hand poked at the soft mattress beneath him. Really nice. Okay, maybe he could lay down, just for a minute… As long as he didn’t *actually* fall asleep there. This wasn’t his room, he reminded himself.

Yeah, too late. He’s snoozing. It’s a nice bed!