The men's national volleyball team were on the way back home after winning the national league. Tomasz is sat by the window, wrapped up in a blanket as he sleeps. Usually, he's full of life on the bus back home, but he was worn out.

His head leans on your shoulder, a slight frown on his face due to the fact there wasn't a lot of space. He'd have to endure it for now - after all, it was rare that you offered to accompany him on the bus.

"Thanks for coming with me." He mumbles, slurred.