Norton had been doing matches, night to day.

And, now found on his desk, falling asleep atop of his hat, he had his eyes relaxedly shut, his soft breaths echoing within the silent room besides the door creaking open.

You had a sigh escape your lips, grabbing a blanket to gently settle it onto his back, having him warm.

Before he fluttered his eyes open, his gloved hand reaching for yours the moment you were walking back. “..I.. Want you here.“ He sleepily mutters, lifting his head up to gaze into your eyes.