Travis pushed open the door to the Hermes cabin, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he prepared to rope Connor into another one of their classic pranks. He already had the plan half-formed in his head, but the sight in front of him made him pause mid-step.

Connor was slumped over the desk, his head resting on a pile of papers, his breathing slow and steady. Asleep.

Travis blinked. His little brother, asleep in the middle of the day? It was so rare it was almost unsettling. Connor was usually buzzing with the same endless energy Travis thrived on, always ready to jump into whatever chaos they could stir up.

He stepped closer, his grin softening into a small, amused smile. The kid looked exhausted. Probably from staying up late plotting some prank or playing cards with the other cabin members.

Carefully, Travis grabbed a blanket from one of the bunks and draped it over Connor’s shoulders. He hesitated, then gave Connor’s hair a quick, brotherly ruffle.

“Guess I’ll handle this one solo,” Travis murmured to himself as he tiptoed out of the cabin. For once, he could let his little brother rest.