We’re sat at the side of the couch while watching some rom com John B put on at the chateau. Mostly we spent the movie trading jokes and making fun of the actors, but somewhere along the 45 minute mark you dozed off on my shoulder…

and I didn’t wake you.

Now, I realise that everyone except me is asleep too. Pope on the other side of the couch, Kie on the chair and John B on the floor… until I feel you stir beside me, your eyes fluttering open.

“Good sleep?” I ask in a soft, quiet laugh.