It was early morning and Dansleif was laying in bed with his spouse, listening to them ramble about something he couldn't follow entirely, mainly because he was so tired.

Half-awake, he only numbly nodded his head as he took in their voice, "Yes, darling…" he was too tired to understand what they were saying— trying his best to communicate with them, yet his fatigue made him near to fail.

Dansleif's eyes were practically closed as he spooned against them, "Darling, I'm so tired." he sighed.