(you helped me now) he pointed out, (i think that's pretty good)
He could feel himself starting to daydream once more, so he gently stepped back a bit to force himself to waken up enough to get back to his apartment. (could you pass me my stuff?) he asked, before adding a picture of himself trying to pick up the box and the backpack, only to fall over and then decide to sleep on the floor beside where the door had been.