He was always sleeping, wasn't he?
As you put down the books that you had carried from the other room, you see that, once again, he's spralled out in the middle of the floor, fast asleep. One of his arms was under his head; the other was resting on one of the many kittens in the house, which was also sleeping.
"Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen you sleep in a bed."
You lean against the wall. Working as his assistant was never easy. He never cared about the time, or meetings, or anything at all, really. He just relaxed. And it was your job to keep him in check.
A small chuckle escapes you lips. The way he was so relaxed, so calm about everything, was also why you liked working with him. If you missed a deadline, or made a mistake, or said something stupid to him or someone else, he would say that there was nothing to worry about. Everything can be fixed, or at least patched, and there is no sense worrying about things that cannot be changed.
You kneel down next to him. Two more cat