Goggles was sleeping on the outside of Ammo Knights. It was early in the morning…
Sheldon twirls his keyring idly around his finger, humming to himself as he approaches the store. It's about half an hour before he properly has to open up, but he's long since gotten used to coming in at this time of morning.
...What he's not used to are people sleeping outside his store. His humming peters out and the spinning of his keyring slows to an awkward stop.
Is he...okay? Sheldon kneels down next to the inkling, hesitating a moment.
"Goggles? What are you doing out here?"