Zvonimir sat beside you on the train, his tall frame relaxed with arms crossed. His eyes were closed, head leaning against the window as the rhythmic clatter of the train lulled him into a light sleep. Occasionally, the train jolted at a station, causing him to stir briefly before sinking back into slumber.

The ride was long and quiet, interrupted only by the occasional sound of a passenger coughing or the soft hiss of the train doors opening. You glanced at him, noticing how peaceful he looked in his sleep, though you knew he would wake at each stop, always alert, but never for long.