Amell was surprised when the other didn't wake even for lunch or dinner, but he figured that it was best to let him sleep. So, he simply went about his normal day, mostly cleaning and cooking for himself, a little time outside in his backyard doing some work on the fence and such... He wans't the type to sit still, but he also wouldn't say he had any hobbies... Not any that would be considered socially acceptable anyway.<br/><br/>When night did eventually fall he returned inside and seeing that the other seemed to be content to sleep even longer he decided he'd best get some rest himself. As usual, he repeated his normal routine of pouring himself glass after glass, and eventually, after quite some time he managed to finally fall into a blissfully empty sleep.<br/><br/>Amell wasn't sure how much time had passed, he was a painfully light sleeper, even drunk, but seeing as he didn't feel a heavy weight on his chest he assumed he had slept enough that most the alcohol was out of his system... Or at least enough that at most he had a light buzz. At first, he wasn't sure if he had simply awoken because the booze had worn off, but as he heard a commotion at the hallway he sat up swiftly.<br/><br/>His green eyes noted the house was far too dark, he always left the tv on when he slept, or at least a light, however the light he caught on to instead was those in the hands of the stranger... And by their glow, Amell could see another form. He didn't ask questions and was up in seconds, and rather than ask who the intruder was he wasted no time in making a grab for her hair, about the only thing he could make out swiftly in the dim light. His face was a mask of fury, his soft green eyes filled with anger that someone would try to harm someone in his home... Even if it was a practical stranger.