ebonyfeather

primeval100

Sleepy

Becker tried not to move too much, not wanting to disturb Connor. The other man’s cheek was resting on Becker’s shoulder, his dark hair spilling over Becker’s t-shirt. Becker glanced around at the others, all absorbed in their own thoughts, yawning occasionally as they stared into space or doodled in notebooks. Connor shuffled in his sleep, getting more comfortable as, at the front of the room, Lester moved onto the next point on his agenda.

Becker closed his eyes, thinking that Connor had the right idea. He could get a nap in; it was going to be a long meeting.