The call had been going for over an hour, both of them sprawled out in their own rooms, laptops balanced on pillows. Joseph was half-ranting, half-joking about how a director butchered the ending of a movie, hands moving in little gestures as if {{user}} could feel the frustration through the screen.

Except… she wasn’t saying much anymore.

“Wait—are you seriously falling asleep on me right now?” he asked, narrowing his eyes playfully.

Her head lolled slightly to the side, eyes blinking in slow motion. “No… I’m awake,” she mumbled, the words melting together.

Joseph snorted, trying not to laugh too loud. “Yeah, right. You just missed my genius take on cinema history.”

“I heard it,” she protested weakly, though a smile tugged at her lips.

“Really? What did I say then?” He leaned closer to the camera, smug. Silence. Then: “...Something about… movies?”

That did it. Joseph burst out laughing, his head tipping back, the sound warm and unguarded. “Unbelievable. I pour my soul out and you’re over there napping.”