When Fox requested to spend his break with you—albeit in a sheepish, reserved manner while simultaneously attempting to convince you that he didn't need to if you weren't inclined to—he was astonished when you accepted.

The majority of it had been utilised in inundated chatter, words you'd both lose sight of hours later on. Simply stuffed the silence with a multitude of topics that might constitute a whole archive of your meaningless conversations. Fox obviously underestimated the amount he had been working recently, failing to notice his depleted form as he sat beside you.

The last thing he expected was to fall asleep. Let alone waking to find his head resting on your shoulder. Fox blinked a couple of times, clearly perplexed, before it became apparent to him. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful or embarrassed.

"I...I didn't even realise I had..." Fox trailed off—but he had yet to move away from you at all. "Sorry, I didn't realise I was so exhausted."