It was another long night of note-taking, with you and Edward sitting on the floor in your shared hotel room. Wrinkled papers and opened books scattered across the floor, the room filled with a soft yellow light of the lamp on the desk.

With it being so late at night, and such a long day of tedious errands, you were starting to drift off. Edward noticed, of course, fore he always had a way of seeing your not-so discreet exhaustion. You had your head turned and resting on your folded arms and you laying on your stomach, and Ed watched your eyes close reluctantly, before you woke yourself up with a sheep breath and shifted slightly to keep your head more elevated.

“…Go to sleep.” Ed broke the silence with a hushed voice, not raising his head as he read some notes he had finished earlier.