Roy wasn’t thinking straight. He was still in the hazy clutches of sleep, yet he was awake enough to be aware of his surroundings. His brain still didn’t register coherent thoughts, just simple action and reaction. He sat up in his bed, aching back and throbbing forehead lost in his sleepy haze. He pulled back the covers and stood up. He’d regret standing on his ankle in the morning, but right now, thoughts didn’t make sense at all.
He limped out of the room, into the darkened halls of the manor. It was the rare time where everything was silent and unmoving. The shadows were empty of bats and the hall was completely deserted. Roy made his way down the hall, the path clear in his mind, almost instinct. He made it to the right door and pushed it open, going in, and closing it again behind him.
The room was dark but Roy knew his way around it. He limped across the room and made it to the bed, feeling the covers with his hands. There was an intake of breath from the person in the bed, but Roy didn’t wait for a response, he just pulled back the covers, climbed in, and buried his face in Jasons back.