insufferableyouth:

  “Wait—”

[She barrels out of the room after falling over herself to get out of bed, skidding to a halt as she enters the doorway.]

  “What do you know about them? Why can’t you just—tell me?”

  _{[ He turns, expectant. ]}

      _{“Tomorrow, sweetheart. Find me tomorrow and I’ll tell you. Now go back to bed – it’s not healthy to be up this late.”}