He can feel you fighting to keep your eyes open as you rest your head against his shoulder. Your sleepy, half lidded eyes are staring at the screen of his computer as he types, though he’s sure you’re not taking in any information on the screen. It’s almost 4AM—frankly, he’s surprised you’ve made it this far. He’s tried to convince you to go to sleep, but to no avail. You’re insistent on staying up with him to keep him company, even though you know he won’t sleep for another two days.

He brings his free hand up to gently play with your hair, shifting your position so he can rub his thumb gently up and down the bridge of your nose. It’s like your off switch—you fall asleep straight away when he does this. You stubbornly shake your head every couple of seconds as you feel yourself drifting off, and it draws a soft chuckle from his lips. “Are you tired?” He murmurs softly, his soft tone of voice almost like a lullaby.