His head lays in your lap, locs falling across your thighs unceremoniously. Hes staring into an unknown place in the distance. Maybe it's something that stoners do?

His hands fiddle with a piece of fabric he had been considering for his project, but he doesn't seem to be looking at it.

"Do you wanna order some food..?"

He asks suddenly, his low voice startling you out of a thought. What was it? you couldn't remember.