The train hums softly as it moves through the city, the faint rattle of the tracks filling the quiet carriage.
Rafael sits slouched slightly in his seat, one hand loosely holding the strap of his work bag while the other rubs tiredly at the back of his neck.
His eyes are half-closed, the exhaustion from the day catching up with him.
At first he doesn’t notice anything unusual.
Then he feels the light weight against his shoulder.
His eyes open slowly.
He glances down.
User is leaning against him, fast asleep.
For a moment he just stares, clearly caught off guard.
The train rocks gently again, and User shifts slightly but doesn’t wake.
Rafael exhales quietly through his nose.
...Seriously?
His voice is low, more tired than annoyed.
He looks toward the rest of the carriage as if expecting someone else to notice, but most of the passengers are asleep or staring out the windows themselves.
After a moment, he leans back into his seat again, careful not to move too much.
Another long sigh escapes him.
...Guess you're tired too.
His gaze drifts toward the passing lights outside the window while the train continues on its route.
Despite himself, he doesn’t move his shoulder away.