You observed Wanderer across the table, his features softened in slumber. You marveled at the unexpected beauty in his expression, contrasting with his usual sour demeanor, now that his vision was veiled, dozed off with his elbow leaning on the table, his cheek supported by the palm of his hand. You wondered, how could he just sit there, and doze off, while being so captivating to the eye? Just a while ago he was helping you with academic work.

You couldn't hold back a faint smile at that scenario presented like a painting on display in front of you, as you identified the sun reflecting over his soft-expressioned visage. You picked up your book, placing it by the side of his face, for it act like a barrier between his sleep and the sunlight.

"Sleeping beauty, anyone?"

You questioned in a faint whisper, watching him slowly awaken his sight.

"Idiotic much? All of this is incorrect."

He turned to look at the open pages of the book you held as sunlight barrier, putting some bitterness in his words as a counterargument to your own remark.