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Across the second floor, Richard groaned softly. Still fighting waking up, fighting being dragged from the vestiges of dreaming, he dragged his pillow out from under his head to instead lay it over his head, covering his ears. That muffled most of Luz's barking, but not all of it. Loathe to move from the warmth of the bed, he hoped that she would soon stop barking. Maybe it had been a... night squirrel, or something. A cat outside? An owl in a tree near a window?

When Luz's barking didn't stop, Richard heaved a sigh. Someone was going to have to go get her before she woke up his parents. And maybe something was up, because she hadn't done this before. Granted, they hadn't had her very long, but Richard was pretty sure they would've known by now if she was one of those chronic barking types. Was there a home invader, maybe? Richard wasn't sure--she didn't sound frantic, but he'd never had a dog before, so could he really be sure what that would sound like?

"Ig-" Richard was interrupted by a wide, jaw-cracking yawn, "-nacio... Luz is barking..." As if Ignacio could sleep through it. Richard was usually the heavier sleeper of the two, so if he was awake, she had to have worken up Ignacio. "Hey, hey...." He patted a hand out onto the bed, puzzled initially when he touched the bedsheet and not Ignacio's shoulder. Richard patted his hand on the sheet a couple more times as it processed that Ignacio was not beside him and, judging by the fabric coolness, hadn't been for a couple hours at least.

He didn't come all the way awake at once, but it did motivate him to sit up and go see what was going on. Squinting out into the darkness, he decided to forgo his glasses for the time being. It was only Luz barking, so he shouldn't need them... right? He could see well enough, he supposed. Not well enough to drive, probably, but certainly well enough to stumble out of bed, out of the room, down the hall, and toward the barking.

"Luz!" His voice was hoarse from sleep, and clearing his throat didn't really help. He needed a drink of water, honestly... "Luz! Shh!" Richard stumbled down the hall toward what used to be Tammer's room, since that was the one he was pretty sure Luz was in. Grumbling as he nearly tripped over the sagging cuff of one of the legs of his pajama pants, he squinted into the darkness toward his destination. He should honestly turn on a hall light or something, before he tripped and fell down the stairs. That would definitely wake his parents.

He came around to the room Luz was in--he was certain that's where she was now--and slapped ineffectually at the wall next to the door, managing to miss the light switch every time. Giving that up with another grumble, he hissed her name, "Luz!" hoping to get her attention and get her to quiet down. What the hell was she even barking at? Why was the window open? Squinting into the room as his brain gradually came back online--and made him realize he should've brought his glasses after all--he noticed someone else there. "Mm, Ignacio?"

What the actual a**-

Why was Ignacio kneeling...? On the floor...? Or.. wait was he... Why was his face all the way down there? Richard would have definitely been more suspicious to see Ignacio trust fall his way out of the window at that point, so perhaps it was a good thing he didn't do that. He managed to hear Ignacio between barks, reflexively obliging without thinking too hard about it.

"Luz! Come here! Sit!" He stepped closer before hissing something unfit for polite company when he nearly tripped over the other leg of his pajama pants. Arms wind-milling, he caught himself with a thud of his palm on the wall. He held still for a moment as he caught his breath from the momentary feeling of being about to die horribly. Leaning on the wall, he pulled the other side of his pants up before retying them so they'd stop trying to fall off and murder him.

This is what he got for accepting Constantine's hand-me-downs, honestly...

Satisfied he wasn't going to be visiting the hospital due to pants-related injuries, Richard looked towards the window that Ignacio was... Currently... Dangling out of...

What the actual a**...?

"Ignacio why are you in the window?"

Richard squinted at Ignacio some more, not convinced but also still not awake enough to articulate why. "How... did you even get up here?" It wasn't like there were a lot of places to climb to the second story from the first outside. "Why didn't you just use the front door?" Tucking one leg behind the other, Richard fell to a sit next to Ignacio on the floor before reaching out a hand to pet Luz. If Ignacio was trying not to wake anyone up, he would've been better off just coming in the front door.

...Wait...

His other hand reached out to pat down Ignacio's arm and back. He... didn't seem injured... With a puzzled frown, Richard tucked some of his hair behind one ear before doing similar with Ignacio's. "Why did it seem like a good idea?"Just... what in the world was Ignacio doing?

Throwing Richard off of him would've probably done more than make Richard more suspicious. Richard was already suspicious, already weirdly on guard, drawing his knees to his chest and resting his elbows on them as he looked down towards Ignacio. He hadn't felt any injuries, so that was a relief, at least. Maybe Ignacio was right and had just been out for a run and decided to take a weird, vaguely burglar-esque method to get back inside?

Richard was half asleep and extra gullible, but even that was a stretch.

"Okay," another yawn interrupted him and drew out the word, "but," he tilted his head a bit to look down at Ignacio next to him on the floor. He hadn't missed him rubbing his eyes, but it had only just now registered, "what's wrong with your eyes?" Did he need to go get him water? Had he gotten something in them, or was he just tired? Richard was pretty tired himself, after all, and he also rubbed at his eyes as a result.

"Mm... okay." Something about the reply didn't sit right with him, but... well, if Ignacio had just been out on a run, then maybe they were just itchy from... pollen, or something. He wasn't sure what plants were even still pollinating, but... he hadn't detected any injuries on Ignacio. It... was weird. Something about it didn't sit right with him. This didn't make any sense, but... it wasn't like Ignacio didn't sometimes just... do things for the heck of it.

Richard wasn't wholly convinced, but... there wasn't anything he could point to in order to say Ignacio wasn't being truthful with him. It was just... weird, but being weird wasn't some great crime or anything. He couldn't insist without looking like he was being unfairly suspicious, like he didn't trust Ignacio, and he did trust Ignacio. Alright, maybe it was just a whim on a midnight run after all... Sighing heavily, Richard moved to get to his feet.

There weren't too many thoughts now that some of the excitement had calmed down and Richard's body was reminding him that he still had the rest of the night to sleep. He watched Ignacio get up and shut the window, observing impassively as Ignacio locked it and nodding vaguely as Ignacio asked to go to bed. A moment later, the question actually registered.

Richard blinked and inhaled sharply, trying to get himself at least awake enough that he wasn't about to fall back asleep while crouched on Tammer's bedroom floor. A long exhale and another blink as he tried to formulate an intelligible response. "Mm... sure, yeah." Bed... sounded good to him, honestly. He would rather be in bed than blinking up at Ignacio and trying to remember English.

“Mm...” Richard reached out to grasp Ignacio’s hand and try to pull himself to a full upright standing position. It worked, for the most part, and Richard rested a hand on Ignacio’s shoulder. “It’s bedtime now, right?” It was a silly question, sure, but Richard was a hair away from falling back asleep where he stood. All of the questions nagging at him would just have to wait until later.