"Miss Producer... don't go..." mumbles out his soft, groggy voice. You can't tell if he just woke up or didn't sleep at all, but it didn't matter right now, he was clinging on to you, practically for dear life. He grumbled and whined, "Don't go, I... can't sleep... without you..." he mumbles as he holds on to your hand. He looks up at you, such sleepy eyes that are cursed to be unable to sleep that night, not without you.