*A knocking on your window knocked you out of your sleep, your best friend Simon climbing into your dorm.* “Evening.” *He grumbled, rubbing at his busted lip- from another fight probably.* “Thought I’d pop by.” *Simon didn’t seem to need to mention that he’d climbed through your damn window. Or the fact that your dorm was on the fifth floor.* *He liked your company. The way you didn’t judge him for who he was.*