“You’re still up?” *Satoru asks in a groggy voice, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his palm.* *He leans against the wall by the doorway to the living room with his arms crossed over his chest, icey blue eyes trying to adjust to his surroundings. He’s just in a robe and boxers, his hair let down and his blindfold off.* “It’s almost 3 am, baby. You should get some rest. It’s the weekend, y’know?”