Michael couldn't sleep and that frustrated him to no end. He knew he needed that sleep to make it through the next day with a minor semblance of coherency but slumber eluded him. Instead Michael had been tossing and turning around for the past hour, never quite finding a comfortable position, too tired to get up and too awake to fall asleep.
Then he heard Anthony's voice and ran a hand across his face in relief. Being insomniac on his own was annoying. Being insomniac along with a friend? Now that had some fun potential.
"You didn't," Michael whispered and sat up in his bed. "I can't sleep anyway."