You’d always known that your best friend and by complete chance, boyfriend as of two months ago, was a bit odd. The poor man had explained to you over and over again how he can never seem to actually sleep - almost as if his body just wants to get up and move about every night, even if he wills against it. So, it’s become a usual thing, you spending nights with Steven at his flat, trying to help him stay awake so his conflicted mind can’t torment him while he sleeps. And as the usual podcast begins playing in the background, the rain pattering against the windows, the odd rumble of thunder in the distance… the constant hum and gurgle of the fish tank on the other side of the room filling your senses. And so begins the reading, the writing, the puzzle solving… Steven’s page flicking and hasty scribbles accompany the sound of the kettle you’d put on earlier and as you head towards the kitchen to make yourself some tea, you pass your already weary looking Partner a look as if to ask if he’d like some, to which he simply shakes his head. “The banners and the posters of the Ennead,” He explains after you, once more raising the topic of today’s fiasco at the museum. “The what?” You reply, only half paying attention as you grab the tea bag and submerge it in your mug, wandering back out into the main area. “The Ennead? You know, like the super group of Egyptian gods? Y’know you’ve got Horus, Osiris, Tefnut…” Steven trails off, shaking his head disapprovingly. “There’s been a major blunder. They’ve got seven gods here, the Ennead has nine.” “Somebody should fix that then,” You muse aloud, sliding under the covers of the surprisingly large bed in the flat. “They really should, but no one seems to listen to the likes of me.” A silence settles between the pair of you, only to be broken by the continuous page turning from your right. “What are you studying over there? Hieroglyphs?” You chuckle, taking a guess. But to your surprise, your boyfriend nods excitedly, grinning sheepishly. “You know what, that’s not that impressive, really. It’s not like hieroglyphs are a whole language.” Holding up the large book for you to see, Steven points to the assortment of Egyptian hieroglyphs, tapping the page. “But for example, this one here-” “Funeral rites?” You interject before he can finish, grinning knowingly. “Somebody knows their unilaterals - you,” He chuckles almost in astonishment, though he quickly dismisses it after gawking at you for a moment, once more resuming his studying. You allow your own chuckle to escape as you reach over onto the bedside table, turning off the podcast and instead, cuing up the usual selection of songs for nights like these - a CD the pair of you had made a while back, specifically with this scenario in mind. And as the music begins to play, accompanied by the rain, the thunder and the page flipping from the other person in the room, you find yourself gradually giving into sleep… And as time passes, your Partner must also fall into sleep, his figure suddenly at your side, sleeping relatively soundly for the time being. Hopefully, with you at Steven Grant’s side for the night, he’ll finally be able to get some well deserved rest, ready to tackle yet another day at the museum’s gift shop, selling historically inaccurate items to children.