Airplanes

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Armin was oblivious to everything but the bundle of heat against him, and throughout the night his subconscious made him do everything possible to get closer. This including the addition of his other arm in hugging Elijah and keeping him in place, as well as nuzzling into the back of his neck. By morning, the blond was so warm as to be stuffy, and as his eyes blinked open, he was lost as to why his vision was obscured entirely by dark brown curls.

Oh no. No, he knew why. And he also knew this meant that Eli needed his own cot. Eli however didn't seem to mind, he loved being warm, shifting a little bit as he heard Armins mother trill for them to come down for breakfast- not nearly as shrill as his own mothers yell, so it merely roused him a bit, and he managed a slurred "Fih murr minus..." as he nuzzled a little more into the pillow, sighing a bit and wrapping one of his own arms around Armins, almost as if it were a blanket, and settling in a bit more, trying to resume sleeping. Armin could have just melted. The heat, the embarrassment...the fact that Elijah was still fast asleep and didn't seem to mind. Right now he didn't even care that Eli was male, or that he dressed in drag. It was ridiculously nice to just be close to someone, sharing their heat. Yet, seeing as how his mother had called to them, if they didn't get a move on she would come up and make them move. All good things must come to an end...

"Elijah...we have to get up...mum'll see..." His words were whispered into the other youths curly hair, lips almost brushing the top of Eli's head. Gently Armin started to remove his arms, but not entirely, waiting for his, er...friend? to wake up. Eli sighed a little bit, the words were confusing and entirely too... wordy. What with having to decode their sounds and all. The warm breath on his ear was very, very nice though. Finally as Armin started to pull away, he sighed his defeat. Pushing himself up he managed to sit up entirely, mouth open with a loud yawn as he rubbed his messy brown curls, before he sighed and said "Alright." hopping off the bed- nearly falling- and managing to climb into his trousers. He was finally sorting out the mess of suspenders when his mother yelled for them in Hebrew, and it sounded much more threatening than anything Armin's mother could have managed, he'd wager.

Heaving his lead like body out of bed as well, already missing that feeling of closeness and warmth, Armin yawned and stretched, realizing he was still entirely dressed. Oh well. Less work for him. Stumbling tiredly along, he didn't even bother to say anything, but simply grabbed Elijah's hand and tugged him along downstairs to breakfast. Eli couldn't hold back a small smile at the blond tugging him along. The brunette ate breakfast while listening with half an ear to his mother talk in Hebrew with Alice, glancing up a little bit as the other boys mother chided him at the end of breakfast and warned him not to be late for school. Ah yes, school. And a test he had not studied for. Crud. It was Monday all over again, and Armin hadn't even put a lick of thought into it, and after yesterday, what he was going to do if Daniel started after him. Not only Daniel, but everyone the red-head got near...they would all know of Armin's new brunette 'girl friend', but of course he'd skip the part about being socked by her. Rumors would fly.

Eli frowned a bit at his eggs. At least he had the plane to distract himself with, though he found himself somewhat worried about what might happen to Armin after School. Wondering if that redheaded brat went to school with him. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt for his actions. Finishing up his breakfast quickly before heading up the stairs not long after Armin, closing the door carefully and asking "Do you want me to meet you after school today?"

Back in his room, he figured he had maybe fifteen minutes before he would need to go, so he pulled out his school uniform and laid it out on the bed. "No...it would be too risky. Besides, if you got there too early and someone saw you, or if Daniel saw you...it just might get the both of us in a lot of trouble. I'll be fine anyway, no one'll do anything at school other than talk," he turned to Elijah, giving a small, forced smile, "I'm going to shower...You can take one yourself today, or whenever. There's a big bath downstairs, but," he pointed to the little, closet like door he was heading towards, "There's a small shower stall and sink in here as well." With that he went into the tiny half bath and shut the door, taps soon after coming to life with a few small noises.

Eli still felt a little bad, and he wasn't entirely sure if he ought to take the others word for the fact that nothing would happen... Then again, he came from a far more volatile situation, so it was hard for him to believe that there weren't schoolyard fights and the like.

Glancing down a bit before sitting down at the small desk, he wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself until Armin left, and he worried, because it would be his fault if he got hurt. Twiddling with his fingers for a while as he waited, staring at the floor for the most part

Steam was escaping in billows as the door opened again, as the tiny bathroom had no window. Stepping back into the room, water dripping from his water darkened hair, Armin was faced with a bit of a situation. Normally he would have just dried off and dressed there in his room...but normally he didn't have a guest. Shuffling over to the uniform on his bed, towel clasped tightly around his waist, the blond gathered up the individual peices before shuffling back into the bathroom. A bit cramped, but it would do. Eli had glanced up a bit when the door opened, but kindly looked away- not as if it was anything he hadn't seen before, but he figured it would bother the blond anyway.

Not five minutes later he emerged yet again, a few water spots on the dark blue blazer and slacks, but otherwise immaculate. Rubbing a towel over his hair, Armin moved to sit on the bed, knowing he could already be leaving by now to avoid being late. "If you want to go out today at all, just ask mum, I'm sure she be happy to. I'll be back around four anyway." Tossing the towel into a small hamper, the Aryan youth flattened his hair as best he could before moving to the door. "I'll...see you later, I guess." And he was gone, socked feet making no sound on the stairs.

Eli sighed quietly as he sat at the desk, watching out the window as the blond ran off in the direction of the town school. Finally the guilt subsided a tiny bit, and he fondly picked up the boxed airplane, setting in to finish taking apart the pieces, before he started to very carefully assemble it with the little bottle of wood glue that came with the kit, waiting for Armin to get home. The time passed quickly, really, because he was engrossed in the plane within minutes of Armins departure.
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As soon as he had arrived, things had been tense. There, at the entrance gate, had stood Daniel and his goons, and they had glared at him as if he would burst into flames the harder they stared. In class they were no better, still glowering, and whispering to other people as they pointed fingers at him. Who knew what it was they were talking about, but it couldn't be good. As the day wore on, Armin noticed one other thing: no one had yet talked to him except the teachers, and a rather slow witted boy that no one paid much attention too. It was troubling. Nothing good could come of this. They were... planning.
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Back at home, he kicked his shoes off, waving off his mother's questions about the day, and trundled up the stairs, school bag bumping along behind him.

Elijah was focused on placing the pegs carefully on one part of the wing, looking up as the door opened, and smiling at Armin. He considered asking, thinking about how much it had always annoyed him, before looking him over and offering "Well if anyone did try to beat you up, you must've trounced them pretty good." holding a tiny wooden peg in place to a slot inside the wing as he let the glue dry.

"Huh, I only wish someone had tried...they all ignored me. That's how it is at my school. They try to drive you insane by pretending you don't exist...and once they've got you sufficiently paranoid, they gang up. I just don't know how long it's going to take before they decide I need a beating..." Sighing, he let his bag drop next to the desk- he had nearly failed his test anyway- and flopped down onto the bed, face burried against the comforter. "You wan go out anwhere?" His words were hard to decipher, muffled as they were by the blanket.

Eli couldn't help but feel responsible for the blonds situation. Putting the plane part aside, getting up and moving over to kneel down next to him on the bed, watching him for a bit before he said "Only if you want to drag me along somewhere."
Shifting a little, Armin turned his head just enough so that he could speak and be understood, "I don't know...usually I'd be out doing something right now. But that's not really an option," he sighed again. Even his best friends hadn't said anything to him. Granted, they were in a different class, but during lunch they hadn't approached, and he had been to afraid to. Sitting up at last, he combed his fingers through his hair, trying to dissuade a cowlick.

Eli was smiling meekly at him, before the brunette said quietly "I'm sorry... about all this."
"Yeah, I am too. But it's no good to dwell on it, so...oh well." The plan had occurred to him to maybe start ignoring Elijah, refuse to take him outside or be nice to him, but he had shaken on an agreement, and if he were to start trying to unattach himself from this now, it still wouldn't make things better at school, and his mother would be furious. "Want to play cards?"

"I'm not terribly good, but I can try." thinking a little before he said "I have some money I could bet you with." nothing much, really, but he thought it might cheer Armin up, and he had after all, sacrificed a lot. His entire school reputation and social life...
Eli had just been moving to get up and fetch his wallet, before Armin stated simply "Your money's no good here,"

This, of course, made Eli bristle. Money was money, wasn't it? Armin shook his
head, moving himself to pull an old pack of cards out of a desk drawer, "We play for favors. See...when I was little, my friends and I never had money to play with, so we came up with a way to still get something out of it. We play hands of whatever, whoever wins gets a favor...and these can build up, just so long as you keep track of them. Like, if you won once, you could use that favor to get the loser to do something small, like run downstairs and
get you something. But, if you hold onto them, and build up, you can exchange them for a big favor...like fighting with you, or helping you out of a mess. Get it?" Armin seated himself cross-legged on the bed, pulling out the cards and shuffling them. It wasn't so much that he needed cheering up, but a distraction from life, and this would provide that.

Elijah and his friends loved to play for money- or food, though they were always reluctant to lose, because they were, by nature, rather stingy. He smiled a bit at that and then nodded, as he said "Alright." watching Armin for a bit before he waited to be dealt a hand. He shuffled them around a bit, squinting some and taking two more, before glancing over at Armin. He really wasn't any good at poker, and lost more than half the games they played until dinner, though he kept track of the games he did win, because a big favor from Armin might be quite useful...

Armin wasn't the best at poker either...but he had some technique, from playing so long with weasely teenagers, and knew what he was doing. A lot of strategy was gaging the opponents reaction to cards...so the blond was quite often peering at Elijah over the top of his own cards.

"Boys! Dinner!" His mothers voice was a loud and clear from the bottom of the stairs, and Armin grumbled something, not wanting to end so soon when he had just got an excellent hand. But, he had still won a fair few of the games, and had a small stockpile of favors to use at will. But, with Elijah being unable to go outside...he really couldn't think of much to use them on. "Good game. So, anytime you need, you can call a favor. But remember, I might call a favor of you, too," giving his head a small nod as he said this, Armin packed the cards back up. He was still a little bit sullen...but then you would be too if you had to go back to school and be ignored for four more days. And then endless weeks after that.

"Alright..." he said, giving him a faint smile, before putting the cards away and heading down to dinner. He ate happily enough, because his mother had insisted on doing the cooking, it was food he was already used to, which he was pleased with. Waiting around until Armin was eighteen to get married seemed like it would get pretty boring pretty fast, and he wasn't sure what they'd do after that. His mother had mentioned something about the America's, but he really wasn't sure if he wanted to go there... The thought of going to new places always scared him.

Armin was still unable to eat as much as usual, the blond managed more than he had at breakfast, and although good, the food was not what he was used to. Everything kosher....it was strange for him. At breakfast he was used to bacon or sausage, but that had been veto'd from the menu. Oh well. Just another exception to be made. After dinner, before they had even got to the room, Armin turned on the stairs. "Let's go out. Its too boring here, and you have your plane...but I need to get out. If we go to the cinema, it won't matter who's there because they won't be able to see."

Eli blinked a bit and then smiled brightly "I'd love to go to the cinema." he replied- something he'd only been to a few times, since theirs had closed down once everything had really started, even though it had only just now started... starting. He hopped upstairs quickly and pulled out a new dress, a somewhat nicer one- he wasn't sure if Armin would notice, but if they were going to the cinema he might as well wear the nicer one. Unbuttoning his shirt easily enough and pulling it off, shrugging out of his suspenders, he seemed far less bashful than the blond had this morning. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, in fact... Eli was very good looking, with soft, even mocha colored skin tone, a bit darker than his mother, it was a perfect mix with his dark chocolate brown curls.


Trailing after, Armin stopped at the door, blinking rather stupidly as he looked in on Elijah getting changed, before averting his eyes and turning. What was there to be bashful about? The blond wasn't sure, but he did know he was a little jealous. His own skin was simply white and pale, and it burned easily in summer. Along with his blond hair, it wasn't so bad... if he could turn a burn into a tan and let the sun bleach out his hair, it was sometimes fetching. But really, there was nothing exotic about him like there was about Elijah.

If he looked in the mirror, he didn't see a tall, handsome young man. Just a plain Aryan boy. Turning back just as Eli finished putting on the dress, Armin's head tilted a little to the side, unable to stop his gaze sweeping from head to toe. "You'll probably get hit on in the theater, just so you know...you look nice." He wasn't sure if that was an appropriate thing to say, but it slipped out regardless.

And for a moment, Eli stared at him for the compliment, almost taken aback for a second, before he smiled a little bit, and replied "Well you'll just have to sock them for me." smirking a bit and then giving a little shrug as he put on the girl shoes, figuring it wouldn't be too bad so long as he didn't fall over on the way there. Eli found he... rather liked Armin, in the way a friend liked a hopeful friend. He did want things to go well, but so far he hadn't even thought of Armin that way. At least, not consciously.

Heading downstairs while clinging to the rail, he called that they were going out, before hesitantly reaching for Armin's arm as he asked "You don't mind, right? Its so damn hard to walk in these things..."

“Hm? Oh, of course not. Besides, if you're holding my arm, it's less likely that anyone will bother you," he smiled a tiny bit, meaning of course that other boys would think Elijah was indeed Armin's 'girl'. Helping the other youth down the stairs, he turned right and began walking.

"Are you sure you'd rather not just hand me off to some passing
fellow to get rid of me? I wouldn't blame you." it was a tease, really. Armin smirked and then gave a defensive puff, before he replied “I don't think my mum would let me.”

Not long off was a sign higher than most, and little lights flashed on and off around it. Already a rabble of teens had gathered about the building, waiting for the next film, some espionage movie with a striking leading man and buxom leading lady.


Eli had always liked films, quite a bit, though he was a bit worried that he might not be allowed to go in, since almost everyone in line was blond or redheaded...

Lookng from Elijah to the line, he noticed as well that the majority looked entirely Aryan...but no matter. At the ticket booth, the boy inside took Armin's money before looking him over...and then Eli. He made a bit of a face, opening his mouth to speak as he looked back at Armin, but the look the blond youth gave made him clam up. "Lets go in...you want licorice or anything? My treat," he said, looking over at the snack bar and the people milling about it.

Eli glanced around a little bit at the people, the man at the ticket counter had made him a bit nervous, but he was glad there wasn't a scene and they were allowed in. He was tempted to take Armin up on his offer, licking his lower lip a little and then giving a little shrug before he said "We probably should conserve money..." looking around at the Aryan people, he noticed the odd looks but he didn't pay them too much attention, he'd grown used to it back in Germany.

"Conserve money? Why?" It was an honest question, and he tugged Eli over to the counter regardless. His family was well off, his father had a good and stable job of which most profit ended up in the bank with Armin's mother...so, money had never been a problem, nor in his mind would it ever be a problem. At the counter now, he pointed to a colorful packet of little round licorice pieces, handed the teen across from them the proper change, and handed the pack to Eli. "Theater candy is always the best...I think they put something extra in it, to make kids addicted..." And he would have pulled off the serious tone of voice had he not been smiling.

Money had always been tight in Elijah's family, even when his father was around- not too long ago, really. He smiled gently and took the candy anyway, it was probably better not to reprimand Armin for doing good things, even if his penny pinching instincts were at full boom in the back of his head. He gave a slight laugh at that, before he said "Well, I'll make sure to share so I don't get -too- hooked on them." smiling a little and then heading in towards the theatre with him. Armin really was nice, though Eli noticed the difference, however slight it was, when he was dressed like a girl, as opposed to a boy. Although, it must be confusing- he did seem to pass off as a girl rather easily, not a dogged one either, which was nice. The near shoulder length chocolate curls probably helped immensely with that. Sitting down next to Armin, he waited for the movie to start to carefully open the box, settling comfortably into the seat, rather excited to be at a picture show.

The theater was already quite dim when they entered, and yet there was still horse play, and an usher running about frantically trying to calm some of the younger people down. Popcorn was thrown, screams were echoed, but it all died down as the lights dimmed entirely, making the small, stuffy room pitch black. With it so dark, hell, Elijah could have probably gone in his normal clothing, just so long as they didn't lag or make themselves noticeable. But...the prospect of going to a movie with a guy just wasn't as appealing, much as Armin would never admit. Even if the other youth was in drag, it still felt a lot more...acceptable.

Eli ate a piece of licorice and then handed a few to Armin, quickly drawn up in the film like most others in the theatre. To him it was much like magic, the magic of flying... He wouldn't have passed up the opportunity to make a picture show, they were quite fascinating, although limited at the time, seeing as how the politics were going on and all, it was hard to have them imported. Still he found it all very enthralling and quietly wondered how they made the people move, as such a thing had never been explained to him. Being as distracted as he was with watching the picture, his hand paused not too far from his mouth with a piece of licorice, forgetting temporarily that it was there

The licorice just sat in the blonds hand, collecting moisture and getting slimy. Armin had never been too keen on candy anyway...it was really for Elijahs sake. If the blond could make the other see that he really wasn't such a bad person, maybe the brunette wouldn't take it so badly if Armin suddenly had to be mean. A last resort in case things at school got too dire. Focusing back on the screen, he realized he had no idea what was going on...but there was a gun fight, so it was all good.

Eli had enjoyed the movie and watched with rapt attention, and eaten a total of four and a half licorice pieces, about once every twenty minutes when they almost fell out of his hand and he finally remembered that he had them. As the lights came on he turned a to Armin and smiled, before he said "That was nice, its been forever since I saw a Picture show." A sudden, cocky redhead spouted "Thats because Jews don't belong in Cinema's." Eli looked up, glaring - which received laughter amongst the crowd of boys.

The lights hadn't even fully brightened the room, and already there was trouble. People had only just begun to leave too, so the majority was still there, sitting or standing to experience the event as it unfolded. Armin considered sinking into this seat, but that would only give Daniel something more to laugh at later. Four of them in total, Eli only really recognized the obnoxious redheaded one.

After a moment he quipped a bit sharply "Jew or not, at least he's bringing a girl to the Cinema and not boyfriends, like you. I guess you have to settle for what you can get, because you're too stupid and ugly to get any girls to talk to you." It was a bit childish and even mundane, but his head was too fogged over with anger to think about it too much. It seemed to agitate the redhead enough, and he was opening his mouth to reply something equally snarky when Eli leaned over and kissed Armin.

It wasn't necessarily experienced - not that those boys would know, seeing as none of them had girlfriends of their own - but it wasn't a peck or shy at all, because really Eli wasn't a very shy person in nature. If he'd been facing the redhead a bit more he might have seen the boy turn as brightly red as his hair before storming off, having lost a second match to 'the Jewess'.

Armin couldn't help but smile at how quickly Eli came up with a response though, biting his lip to stop a laugh. The bubble or laughter was effectively halted though as the brunette turned to him. He nearly choked on it, really. His mind panicked as Eli kissed him, hardly able to respond knowing who it really was in that dress, it was obvious that pulling away in horror would not be the best move. Reluctant but swift, Armin pressed his eyes shut and brought a hand up to the back of the 'girls' head.

Surprised by the move, Eli relaxed just faintly, and as the group followed after their scorned leader, he slowly pulled away, sparing their retreating backs a glance, before he flushed some, glancing almost guiltily at Armin. Finally clearing his throat a bit before he said "Sorry I ... just wanted to show him up, I guess..." waiting a second before he bit his lower lip, watching Armin tentatively, before he asked quietly "Are you angry?" trying to weigh how outraged or disgusted the other boy was with him...

This was by far the most awkward moment of his life, and it showed. As Eli pulled away, Armin opened his eyes, and seeing that the other youth was watching Daniel and his gang leave, the blond quickly looked at the floor, knowing his face was red, and getting more florid with every moment. Pulling his jacket collar up to his his flushed cheeks, Armin stood, not sure how to respond to the question. "I dunno....let's just go home..."

Gnawing almost nervously on his lower lip, Eli got up and followed him out of the theatre, taking the candies with him of course, no reason to waste good candy. He walked a bit behind Armin, worried he' might have rather upset the blond. Things had been going so well...

Elijah simply had a very mean, competitive streak, it controlled him at times, made him act without thinking... He regretted it- mostly, in silence, following the blond home.

It wasn't exactly cold outside, but regardless, Armin pulled his jacket tight around himself, making sure the collar was pulled up good. If he had been wearing a cap, it would have been covering about half his face by now. His eyes were moving this way and that though as they walked, wary of Daniel and his lurking habits. Approaching the tall concrete building that both boys now had to call home, the blond paused before taking his next step, nearly making himself stumble. He could not even fathom sharing a bed after what had happened. Maybe tomorrow night, but not tonight.

Elijah looked something like a puppy that had been kicked, droopy and entirely unwaggily. He plunked up the stairs after Armin, closing the door quietly behind him and heading into the living room, shrugging out of his coat quietly. It was late, he knew his mother was already asleep. Also knowing that he hardly wanted to bother Armin further with... thoughts of anything, things he hadn't even really -thought- of yet, he pulled a throw pillow towards himself, toed off his shoes, and promptly curled up on the couch. It wasn't that he didn't want to share a bed, but looking at Armin made him feel guilty. His mother was always going on about him thinking before he acted. It was a harder lesson for him than most, apparently.

Stopping in the foyer to hang his own jacket up, slow and meticulous as he tried to not be so troubled by what had happened. Kicking his shoes off as well, he placed them carefully on the door mat. And he was a bit lost as for what to do next. Somehow he knew Eli was in the living room, and that just made things more difficult. "My mum...really doesn't like people sleeping on the couch. Or being in the living room for that matter....s'why her and your mum are always in the kitchen..." Hardly stopping as he mumbled this upon passing the living room, the blond waited a moment, out of sight past the doorway but not long gone. It was a not so subtle hint that could be taken more than one way...but still, it was his neck on the line should his mother find Elijah on the couch, and not sharing her son's bed like he should be.

Eli hesitated a little while, sighing some. He could sleep on the floor in the room, that wouldn't be too bad. He picked up the pillow, and put his shoes away, before he headed upstairs after him, hesitantly, before he said "I'll just sleep on the floor till they get me the cot." closing the door behind him and putting the pillow down on the dresser, unbuttoning the nicer dress to get ready for bed

"Your the guest, I'll sleep on the floor."

Morality over comfort anyday, it seemed. Besides, had he been in Elijah's shoes back in that theater...Armin couldn't think of anything he'd have done differently. But it hadn't been him dressed in drag, having to defend what he was. Really, you had to respect a guy that could deal with the shit Eli did. Seeing Eli open his mouth to protest, Armin stated again, firmly, "You take the bed, and don't argue with me, please," before going to the small closet where he kept many unused things, such as an extra blanket.

Eli waited a little while, before he continued to undress, until he was just in a plain shirt and shorts, looking much more like a boy. He said "If you want me to have the bed then I'd rather share it. I'm not uncomfortable with you... " he waited and then looked down, sitting on the edge of the bed with a sigh "This is all... complicated." fidgeting with his thumbs a bit, before he said quietly "I'm sorry that I... did that, I really shouldn't have. And if I... have enough favors from the card game, I'd like to use them all to pretend it didn't happen... " glancing up at him a little bit hopefully.

Having spread the blanket out on the floor, Armin looked at it a moment, as if pondering, which he was. He wanted to sleep in his own bed, he always had. "You're really not? Uncomfortable, that is?" Here was a bit of a breakthrough, for maybe the entire reason the blond was feeling so awkward was because, well...he wasn't uncomfortable either. Yet he knew that he should be. "It was...strange. I don't know many people who would go that far to get the better of someone. But, if you're fine with it never happening, then so am I...but you'll be using up all your favors," a lame warning as he finally looked over to the brunette, a small, lopsided smile trying to get through.

A bright smile burst forth from the brunette, as he paused, and then replied "Its worth it, I guess." He was feeling quite a bit better that the blond was willing to forgo his trespass. Eli had never really thought too much on sexuality, it was all very new to him, and yet not at the same time. He knew a lot of things, but the idea of kissing boys wasn't exactly new to him- the idea of kissing girls wasn't either. Maybe that was why he was so easily able to transition into a 'girl', at least one that could pass rather well for one. He liked the way Armin treated him when he was dressed up. Like he was special. Not like he was a Jew, or less than him, or something not human...

Armin got up, put the extra things away, before sliding into the bed, pulling the
blankets back. Already it felt like a habit, crawling into bed only to wait a moment before Elijah crawled in as well before pulling the covers up. To his own surprise, the blond found that putting aside the incident in the theater was not so difficult, in fact, it was far more pleasant to ignore it altogether. For Armin, kissing anyone of the same gender, even family, was strange and not right, as per the way he'd been raised. So, Eli was just his friend, and the youth would try to keep thinking that way. "Good night..."

Armin noticed, but let it go, as Eli moved almost close to him, before he replied quietly "Goodnight." almost a bit bashful. But being next to Armin was much warmer, and being on the bed was much softer, and the Aryan seemed to be in good spirits. He couldn't help a slight twinge of... something, in the back of his heart. He ignored it, and closed his eyes, falling asleep rather quickly.
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