His brother slept, not much of a surprise. He looked over him, lying there. His brother deserved to sleep, the performance had been exhausting. He felt it too and he wasn’t in charge of as many things as his brother was. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop him from really wanting to do something right now.
Reaching down, he poked him in the cheek.
His brother’s nose wrinkled, then returned back to its resting state. He poked him again, on the nose.
A hand came up, waving away at nothing because he had retracted his own hand quickly. A grin grew on his face. Then he poked his brother’s chin.
“Go to sleep,” his brother said clearly.
Grin faded, he retreated back to his kip.