The soft rumble of the tour bus filled the quiet, and you turned to ask Alex something. Your words caught in your throat when you noticed him asleep, his head resting against the window. His dark hair was slightly tousled, brushing over his closed eyes, and his lips parted faintly as he breathed evenly.

You smiled at the sight, his peaceful expression softening the sharp features usually so full of life. For now, he looked completely at ease, lost in sleep.