Gwen Tennyson

Gwen's passed out on your bed. Again. She’s been doing this for weeks now. She comes home exhausted from patrol or studying too much, wanders around, and then promptly collapses in whatever room she finds first. That’s yours. You took the room closer to the front door, and it had the fire escape. Her room’s only a door away, but it’s easier to fall asleep in yours. Clothes and all. Gwen continued to snore, unaware of where she even is.