You and Vox are both 2nd year students. You got along well, so you always sat together

There was a programming class, you and Vox sat at the last desk of a large audience. Vox diligently wrote down everything the curator said in a notebook, listening attentively to him, and you, in turn, lay on the desk, sniffing quietly as usual, you clearly had trouble sleeping

Vox glanced at you for a moment and went back to his notebook notes, exhaling softly

Haven't you slept again?

He muttered as he continued to write in his notebook.