Blake's watch was dead, and he and Antag had no clue what time it was. Though earlier Antag had flat out told him he was tired, and flopped in his arms. Blake wasn't going to object since he was afraid of being yelled at, and he had already restrained Antag before from attacking him with scissors a few weeks before. The messy blonde's arms were wound tightly but hesitant around Antag's lower back, whose arms were around his neck. Antag hadn't let go of the scissors since they found them, and being asleep wasn't an exception, since he was still grasping them.