10.
Hanna yawned as he stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his wet messy hair.
"I think I'm just going to go to bed."
I looked away from him and back to my book, lit by my orange glow. "Okay. Good night, Hanna."
"Night Fredrick." I pretty much heard his wide smile.
He was snoring within ten minutes. Within eleven, I was writing Fredrick on the wing of a new crane.