More asleep than awake, he mumbles, “S’good movie.” He snuggles further into your shoulder, before sitting up suddenly upon realizing what he’s done. “Oh shit! I fell asleep,” he moans, mortified, and his blanket-hood falls off his head.

“Sorry, sorry, so sorry,” Techie apologizes profusely, afraid you’ll get mad at him. “I just felt so safe.”