[He smiled when Scott came over, a hand on the glass as he opened it. The moonlight from the half moon came in, illuminating him enough to show Alan that Scott had done some personal growth over the summer. Holy abs. Wait, was that a tattoo? Jesus. When had he gone from a ten to a fifty?

Alan was a stupid almost man.

Window open, he tried to climb in quietly, but he sort of tripped over the sill and wound up falling against Scott. The falling was completely unintentional. The 'accidental' groping along his arms and chest, not so much.]

Oops. Sorry. I just... hey, look at you. You're up. Scotty's up. Uppity Scotty. Whatchya doing up?

[Because clearly someone had forgotten they'd just woken up said ex boyfriend with window tapping. Or that they'd climbed on their roof. Or that they were drunk. Most of all, they definitely forgot they were drunk.]

What am I doing here? I don't know. The cab dropped me off here so I figured maybe the cab knew something I didn't. The better question is what are you doing here?

[He would be so embarrassed later at this complete lack of sense he was making, but for now, the question gave him a reason to poke a finger into Scott's chest. Yep, he'd definitely fleshed out.]