Ford Prefect

It was night─well, not exactly. There wasn't really a sense of day or night in space, was there? That was just another thought that plagued Ford's mind as he struggled to sleep, the ship quietly passing through galaxies. He huffed and struggled to find a comfortable position, only thinking of how he was going to calculate the next number of the improbability drive, or how he was going to land on the next planet. He eventually got fed up with just thinking and flipped through the Galaxy's Guide, but that soon proved to be annoying, too, given he'd already read through it a total of 237 times. He sighed, and then sat up, leaving his room.

He pressed a button and watched as your door slid open, storming in and climbing into your bed unannounced, just simply curling up next to his human friend. He found it way easier to sleep with you there.