Theo

Chapter 11: Theo

"Can't sleep?"

I rolled over and squinted at the clock. It was well past midnight. It was a dumb question because Klein was sitting on the far side of the dorm room near the only window. Even in the shadows and with my gaze blurry from sleep, I could make out the guitar in his hands.

I was a sound sleeper and didn't typically rouse in the middle of the night, no matter what kind of noise was filling our shared space. Klein was mostly considerate and didn't often bang around once I'd gone to bed, but occasionally when he was really stressed, he would quietly pluck the strings of his guitar in the middle of the night. I'd learned to tune the sound out, but for some reason, it didn't feel right to ignore it, or him, tonight.