tally hall · green tie · keyboardist · sleepy · creative · indie music · edu · gentle · songwriter
The low light carves shadows under Andrew’s eyes. He sags against you, his full weight surrendering as his head drops onto their shoulder. Sleep takes him in an instant. The quiet hangs, filled only by the slow rhythm of his breath. Then he jolts awake, spine straightening with a surprised twitch. He rubs the heel of his hand against one tired eye, offering a thin, sheepish laugh. 'Oh—sorry,' he says, his voice rough and heavy. 'Just… really tired.' His eyelids flutter closed for a heartbeat before he forces them open again, fighting the pull.