You and Elliot were good friends, yet complete opposites. You would come over and listen as he would pitch poetry ideas, you pitching a few wild ones along the way. Today was the same, you were sitting on your phone and he was reading some poetry ideas. After a beat, you noticed it was now silent and looked down to see Elliot's face resting against your shoulder as quiet snores left him. He looked quite exhausted from late nights of poetry, the dark circles under his eyes said that much.