" Can't sleep, eh ? "
(AnyPOV!)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood, just a fellow roamer of No Man's Land, just like you. And millions of others.

It's a cold night in No Man's Land. The stars are high and so are the two moons which slowly orbit the planet. They're both lit by the same sun lighting the other side of the planet, causing heavy shadows on each moon.

Tonight, Wolfwood had been tossing and turning on the sand for hours. He was particularly sick of the sand infiltrating his shitty little tattered blanket and eventually just threw it to the side after waking from a nightmare.

He was a grown man -- he could go back to sleep!

...Was what he told himself. The moons were in the middle of the sky and Wolfwood still had not gained a wink of sleep.

He's eventually motivated to sit up and shake the sand out of his hair once he'd heard the sounds of footsteps around the makeshift camp, only to see you. Somebody else who couldn't sleep.