She looked over her shoulder before turning fully, the bed covers rustling with her movements. "Cal?"

He was looking out the window, one arm bent under his head while his other hand rested on his chest. "Go back to sleep," he whispered, looking over to her.

"What time is it?"

"After two."

His eyes were red-rimmed and wide, looking bone-tired and wide-awake at the same time. She shuffled closer to him, resting her head on his chest as he draped his arm around her. "What are you thinking?"

He sighed, tracing shapes across her bicep with his fingers, "It's so quiet."

"It's two a.m."

He laughed without making a sound, "That was her most active time. She usually had some music playing, or the telly."

"Her roommate's gonna love that..."

His fingers smoothed over her hair, brushing through its length. "That roommate was weird anyway."

She smiled, splaying her hand across his chest and through the thick tufts of greying hair. "She's going to be fine, you know. More than fine, really. She'll walk around campus tomorrow with her earbuds in assessing the situation. She'll sit down in class and whoever sits next to her will recognise that god-awful noise she deafens herself with and they'll strike up a conversation about how 'totally dreamy' the singer is and-"

"Totally dreamy? You've met Emily, right?"

"Shut up. They'll talk about the singer and then they'll be best friends for life"

"Gill?"

"Hmm?"

"That was complete and utter bollocks, you realise that?"

"Took your mind off the silence though, didn't it?" She rested her chin on her hand and looked up to him with that smug smile that he couldn't help but reciprocate.

"You know what would really take my mind off the silence? No silence." His smug smile morphed into that of devilish delight as he touched his lips to hers and turned them both so he coukld settle between her legs.