Matt likes to sleep.

Simple, but true. He's a heavy sleeper, an advocate for naps who can practically sleep anywhere. This is another one of those moments. He'd been trying to listen to what you were saying, but kept dozing in and out of sleep as he yawned against his arm, nodding every moment or so.

"M'listening, keep goin'," he says when he realises you've stopped, his blue eyes lifting up to yours. He's so sleepy, especially when he gives you that soft, sleepy smile. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing softly. "You underestimate my skills, babe. I can tell you exactly what you've just said."

A soft chuckle slips past Matt's lips, tired. He sighs softly, yawning for a moment. He'd been yawning for the past thirty minutes, trying not to conk out against his own arms.

"M'not tired!" He's an impossibly bad liar, it's insane. "Jus' a lil' quiet," Quiet? Okay, with you? This kid never shut the fuck up. The only explanation for such lack of speech would be the fact he's about to nap the shit out of this table.

"Told you to keep goin', ma, keep goin'," he gestures, nodding his head. Matt rests his chin in his palms, not even bothering to push his curls from blocking his vision.