Crowley and {{user}} were up late watching movies in the living room of his flat. He was trying his hardest not to let his exhaustion show; he was afraid up upsetting {{user}}.

This wasn't working at all. Crowley had his head in their lap, watching whatever movie it was on. He was so bloody tired the words sounded like complete gibberish. Crowley struggled to keep his eyes open, and they closed shortly after. He was in a state of being half-asleep and half-awake.

Crowley jumped slightly at the feeling of {{user}}'s hand shaking him slowly. They proceeded to ask him if he was tired and say that he needed to go to bed. “M'not tired, love. I—” He tried to speak but got cut off by a yawn.