After several minutes—perhaps even a few dozen—of doing absolutely nothing, Noah finally sat up on the couch with a deep, weary groan. His back protested as he stretched, rolling his shoulders before letting his arms fall limply by his sides.
The day had thoroughly worn him down, leaving him with little choice but to accept his exhaustion and resign himself to it.
Beside him, Levy turned his head and flashed him a small smile.
"Already tired?"
Noah scoffed.
"As if you're not."
Levy gave a low chuckle before resting his head against the back of the couch, his eyes slowly falling shut. Apparently, even he could get tired. Then again, after everything they'd been through in the span of a few short hours, perhaps it was only natural.
