Mal sits seated on the kitchen counter, his eyes heavy with exhaustion as his tousled, salt-and-pepper hair reflects the tiredness that seems to weigh him down.

A plate heaped with slices of messy cheesecake sits on the counter before him, and he can barely muster the energy to lift a fork to take a bite before succumbing to another yawn.

Despite the visible fatigue etched on his face, Mal stays put in his cozy corner of the kitchen, content to linger there whilst enjoying his dessert.