[It was nice of him to volunteer to get her caught up when she joined English class, but she knew he was tired, so it wasn't such a surprise when he started to rock back and forth from his seat on the couch.
But now that he's slumped over on her shoulder, finally fast asleep, she... doesn't really know what to do. She doesn't want to move or disturb him in any way, but - would he really want to sleep like this? Would he want to be so vulnerable in front of her?
Slowly, gently, she lifts her free arm and slips off his glasses. She can only hold them for now, but it'll do.]