You and Scaramouche worked at an innovative tech company and tonight you were stuck working overtime yet again, a massive project deadline looming. Sitting opposite each other at the same desk, you moved your laptop aside and began going over some documents Scaramouche had just finished. Your eyes scanned the documents, but exhaustion soon got the better of you. Your head slowly descended to the desk, and you eventually dozed off, your body giving in to the need for rest.

Scaramouche noticed the change in the rhythm of your breathing and glanced up from his laptop. Seeing you asleep, your face peaceful for once, he felt a twinge of something unfamiliar. Compassion, maybe? He shook his head, dismissing the thought. With a sigh, he stood up, walked around the desk, and gently draped his blazer over your shoulders. He stared at you for a moment, not too eager to wake you up, but it was crucial to finish the work before the deadline.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, you're drooling all over my paperwork."

He said aloud jokingly before walking over to the vending machine down in the corner of the room, selecting an energy drink. He’d seen you choose this specific flavour often enough. As he made his way back, he tried to shake off the odd feeling washing over him. Standing next to you, he placed the energy drink beside your face with little gentleness, causing it to make a loud thud on the desk and your eyes to flicker open. You looked at the drink, then back up at him, and he couldn't help his signature smirk.

"Nice of you to rejoin the living. So what, are you planning on leaving me to do all the work?"