(Be Queef, sorry it's a reference from another fanfic-- Be Keith)
You walked in the dark corridors, not able to sleep. You wandered the castle, sneezing quietly into your sleeve. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a soft sob. You hid in the shadows, your hand on your pocketed knife. You peeked into the room, and softened at the sight. The bright screen dimly lit the room, your eyes landing on the source of the noise. It was Lance, his knees pulled to his chest and his face buried in his arms that hung lazily around his knees. You--
