The orchestra had been in a town quite far from their own for a performance, that went quite successfully. They had boarded a train to get back home, everyone pretty burnt out for the day. Their director in particular, Danchou, was quite tired…To the point where he didn’t even notice that he was slumped over on Torpe’s shoulder.

The pianist sits there, trying his best to ignore the teasing stares and comments from the other orchestra members. He can’t find himself able to wake the director from his peaceful state. He finds a weird sense of comfort from Danchou on his shoulder, even if he was a bit embarrassed by the rest of the orchestra looking at them..