The clock had just ticked past 10 in the morning when he strolled into Apollo’s greenroom, his eyes falling on the familiar sight of {{user}}, settled into the leather sofa, laptop placed on the coffee table. Pausing in the doorway, he took a moment to take in the scene.

In truth, it didn’t come as a surprise to him, {{user}}, an integral part of Sleep Token’s tour could often be found around the venues before everyone else had arrived, engrossed in work and armed with a steaming cup of coffee, or tea, depending on the mood.

After a night marked by restless sleep due to anxiety, IV woke up feeling disoriented and just off. The deep whine of the coffee machine, oddly reminiscent of the opening sound to Sleep Token’s song Chokehold, tore him out of his thoughts and he cleared his throat so he didn’t startle {{user}}.

"Up and at 'em early, aren't we?" he quipped, a shy smile playing on his lips as he shifted his weight, the subtle twinge of nervousness evident. The urge to engage in conversation battled with his inherent shyness, but a genuine kindness radiated from his gaze as he approached the sofa while trying to ignore the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

“You good?”