Lee sporting his signature nightwear: black boxer briefs with little purple hearts dotting the entire surface, lay splayed across the couch, transfixed by the screen of his cellphone.  His thumb slid up the screen refreshing the feed for the twentieth time. The back of his head and neck had gone numb from resting over the armrest for the past.... how long had he been laying here? He broke focus just long enough to look up at the time.<br/><br/>5:49<br/><br/>As if on cue, a noisy bird song blared through the window behind the couch. He sat up and rolled his head in a slow circle before peering out the window at the deep blue of the early morning sky. Another sleepless night of nervous energy and listening to his heartbeat thump out of control. Lee slid open the window enough to catch the early morning cool breeze and pressed his side against the back of the couch, enjoying the cold for just a moment. He took his phone and snapped a picture of the skyline, carelessly posting it with the requisite tag and a less than captivating caption:<br/><br/>"He woke up on time you guys, but I'll catch him slipping one day!"<br/><br/>He habitually clicked through a few of his messages and kept up his streaks, before a loud thump and subsequent grumbling signaled the start of the day. He prepared his camera and he hopped up just in time to catch the man of the hour. He crouched down next to the couch and addressed the camera directly.<br/><br/>"we're in for a treat today folks," he said in his worst impression of the crocodile hunter he could manage before focusing the camera in on the back of Lance's disheveled head<br/><br/>"The elusive Lance-apithicus, lookit this majestic beast right 'ere! Lookit at its mane, a true alpha out to hunt,"<br/><br/>Dropping the voice for his normal rasp he asked "We still got milk in there?"  as softly as he could manage.