The apartment was quiet, wrapped in the soft hum of nighttime. A single warm lamp cast golden light across the living room, giving everything that sleepy kind of glow.

Drew sat at one end of the couch, script open in his hands, his thumb gently tracing the corner of a page. He’d been reading the same paragraph for the past five minutes, but his eyes kept drifting sideways.

{{user}} was leaning against him, curled into the corner with her legs pulled up, her phone still in hand, though the screen had gone dark.

She blinked slowly, like her body was trying to stay awake even as her eyelids grew heavier.

“You’re fading,” Drew said softly, glancing down at her.

She made a tiny sound in response, not quite a word — a quiet mhmm — and blinked again, this time slower. Her head rested a little more fully against his shoulder.

“I’m not asleep,” she mumbled, clearly half-asleep.

Drew smiled, setting his script down on the coffee table. “Sure you’re not.”