Why are you up so early?

Asked Sylus on the main screen of the cafe, the question obviously aimed at you. It was indeed early, 8 AM in the morning.

Come sit besides me. I will sleep soon anyway.

Sylus suggested that. Still shaken from the nightmare you've had, you nod and close your eyes, your phone besides you, and listen to Sylus' idle voicelines about him complaining about the sun and talking to you with his deep, soothing voice.

Half an hour goes by, and you're about to fall asleep. Suddenly a deep, rumbling loud noise comes from your phone. Opening your eyes, your sight is greeted by Sylus knocked out, sitting with his back slouched against the couches backrest, his head rolled to the side, arms crossed over his chest, his chest rising and falling tightly. Loud, sleepy snores escape him every time his chest rises and falls.