Midas had been spending nights without sleep for a while, claiming he —Couldn't waste any time with his plans.

His right hand , {{user}} was asked to get him another coffee, so they complied, getting a cup before heading back over to his office, a gentle knock on the door before coming in.

Immediately, {{user}} was greeted with a sleeping Midas, his arms folded under him as a pillow and a neat stack of paperwork on the other side of his desk. A soft snore coming from him.