After a few more minutes, Tristan's mood went from highly irritated to slightly worried. Even if James had someone with him, he would normally come down to chase him away at the very least.

Tristan tried the door and found it unlocked, much to his surprise. A few lights were on- one in the kitchen as well as a dim light coming from upstairs- otherwise the house was completely dark.

Tristan: "James?!"

No answer, not even a stirring.

Tristan made his way up the stairs, listening intently for any hint of James perhaps being 'occupied'. The house was deathly quiet, though for just a second he thought he heard the shifting of sheets. Could James really still be asleep at this hour? He cautiously opened the door to James' bedroom.

Tristan: "James? Are you decent?"

Tristan: "Are you even awake?"

Tristan walked over to James' sleeping figure and looked down at him with annoyance.

Tristan: "James! Wake up!"

Nothing. He tried shaking him, but to no avail.

Tristan: "Oh this is just bloody brilliant."