He emerged from the shadows and out into the pale glow of the moonlight, giving her a chance to catch a glimpse of him - but only a glimpse. In the next instant he was perched on the side of the window's ledge, a hand firmly in place over her mouth in case he'd startled her, easily slipping past her and into the room.

"Sorry," he whispered so quietly, so softly, there was no chance the roommate would be stirred by it, removing his hand from her mouth. "Some of your neighbors show no signs of turning in any time soon. And there's a particularly restless girl on the first floor who keeps checking for wildlife. Poor thing's terrified of bears."

He takes her hand then and leads her straight to the bed, waiting for her to get in it.