His experiences being him. Just him. He was cold, and he was annoyed, and he wanted some solution to this that wasn't blankets, because that was proving to be rather futile. It was cold, he was tired, cranky and needed to get up in five hours this was what hell must be like.

A soft rustling noise brought his attention to the other side of the room. Quietly as possible, he rolled onto his side to peer across to the bed beside him. Though the movement was slight, it was enough to tip Adrian off to the fact Elliot was awake, and he briefly debated calling out to ask if he was just as cold. But there was always the chance of someone passing by, and the last thing he wanted was to cause some sort of fuss for “talking after hours”(really, these nuns and their rules are absolutely ridiculous). But he was still cold, still annoyed, and the prospect of body heat seemed really, really appealing all of a sudden. Maybe he wouldn't...notice. Somehow.

Quickly and quietly as possible, he slipped out from under the covers. A violent shiver wracked his body as soon as his bare feet touched the floor, and it took all his self restraint not to just give into Elliot's bed and under the covers. Though he did still move very quickly, and didn't pay much mind to the startled noise Elliot made as he shuffled into the small space left on the mattress. “...Hello?”

“I-It was cold.” Adrian murmured, giving a pleased hum as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his shoulder, revelling in the warmth being exuded. Yes, definitely a good idea. “You seemed warm. L-Logic...” It was to the point where he wasn't sure if his voice was skipping because of his stutter, or the fact his teeth were knocking together like syllables. Either or.

…Yes well.

He's awake because he apparently doesn't need any sleep what so ever and it's the bane of my existence;