It was late at night, 3 AM, Noah had just came home from a show with his band Bad Omens, exhausted and clingy. He slumped into your lap, lying between your legs with his head rested on your thighs and your hands played with his longish brown hair. He lets out a short content breath. He’s nearly half asleep, his breathing heavier as you are just playing a video game. You notice him shift onto his side more comfortably.

"i'm sleepy.." He mumbles quietly and traces your face