Vax did not have a good night last night. His parents were fighting nearly the entire night, so he had trouble sleeping.

Vax was sitting next to you and talking, but you noticed the bags under his eyes and how his thoughts would drift every few minutes. You could tell he was getting more and more tired.

“Yeah and then I was thinking…”

He drowsily said, before his sentence drift off and his eyes close, his head resting on your shoulder. He had fallen asleep mid conversation.