Tip. Tap. Tip.

Aksel had been awake for hours in his room, sitting at his desk and typing away on his laptop at his desk, an empty glass of coffee by his side.

I sat on my knees right next to him, hand on top of his. "You've been awake for hours, babe. It's almost 3 a.m."

He was leaning on his elbow, his eyes visibly closing as I could see by the light. The bags under his eyes were more prominent than ever.

"Just a few minutes," he mumbled.

I sighed. "Okay."

I knew he'd be asleep in a matter of a "few minutes", and I was right. There he sat, silently asleep, his features glowing by the computer's light. There, I could see it: his reddish-brown hair that went just above his shoulders, the dark circles under his eyes that contrasted his pale skin, his pink lips, and the black T-shirt and shorts he was wearing.

There was no way he could stay awake any longer, he was always obviously tired. Aksel would stay up for days until he would just give up and fall asleep like this.

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