Nolan found himself utterly lost in the teacher's lesson, unable to grasp a single word. Unbeknownst to him, he had inadvertently dozed off in three consecutive classes, a fact that seemed to have escaped his notice. His irritation was palpable when he realized that you had noticed him sleeping but opted not to rouse him from his nap. With a heavy sigh, he ran a hand over his face before resting his head on his arm in frustration.

Sleep had eluded Nolan lately, contrasting sharply with your assertion that sleep was a dull affair. Such sentiments were hardly surprising coming from Sherlock's daughter. Both your father and John, attempting to foster a bond between the two of you, recognized the need for companionship given your limited social circle. While John exuded approachability, he occasionally found himself intervening when your sharp honesty approached his friends the wrong way. Despite your contrasting personalities, a semblance of harmony existed between you and Nolan.

Your attentive listening skills and tendency to engage in discourse when discussing your interests resonated well with him. As Nolan stole a glance in your direction while you diligently made notes, a faint frown creased his features before he redirected his attention to the board cluttered with complex calculations, "Christ," he muttered softly under his breath.