Scaramouche was your student, and you were his tutor.

It was another evening at his home, you told him various stories, educational material, and other things for learning. He listened to you attentively, which was rare, nodding at every end of your sentences. His head lay in his arms, and you thought that he was just paying more attention to your speech, but when you asked him a question, he didn’t answer.

Walking up to him and lightly touching his hair, you realized.. He fell asleep.