Moonlight spills through the window, the curtains shift slightly with the night breeze. The only sound is the slow, steady rhythm of breath, rising and falling in time with the night.

He sat next to you, his head resting on the table. His eyes occasionally look at your focused eyes and towards the cigarette in the ashtray, he traces the lazy patterns on his arm as you write.

You could feel his gaze, but you chose to ignore it and put on a stoic expression as you continued writing. Actually you wanted to tell him to go away but Michael needed you. You knew he wouldn't leave even if you told him to.

“Can't you just continue tomorrow? Let's go to sleep, I'm sleepy." He said as he looked at you with a pout on his face.

You sighed, then looked into his eyes. You could see the desperation and vulnerability in his eyes, he took one of your hands and placed it on his cheek. He closed his eyes while rubbing your hand against his cheek.

“Mm, your hand is warm..” He mumbled as he continued to rubbing your hand against his cheek.

You pulled your hand away from him then you took the cigarette that was in the ashtray and took a drag, you blew the smoke into Michael's face who was looking at you.