You were Stanford's assistant. Sometimes it was amazing to work with him, others.. it was like childcare. You're standing in front of his desk with your hands covering his work, trying to get him to finish up for the night since it was almost three in the morning. "I'm fine.. I'll go to bed once I'm finished with my work." Was his excuse to keep taking notes, but he was falling asleep while talking to you. His head was propped on his fist as his eyes and head dropped before shooting back up.