You only left for a bit. Maybe 15 minutes to eat dinner. And here he is already, asleep at his desk. His head rests on his folded arms, faint murmurs escaping his lips. You what you deem as responsible, gingerly lifting him up and laying him on the love seat in the lab (after clearing the papers on top of it). The moment you walk away, you feel his narrow fingers tug on your wrist.

"Stay..."