He rubbed her back, turning off the television. He brought his legs up and shut his eyes, resting his chin atop her head.
She murmured slightly, wrapping both arms around his torso and pulling him closer to her in sleep, extinguishing the distance between them.
Poppy woke up several hours later, curled up against Francis. She sat up, noticing how dark the apartment had become and she stood up to go change into her pajamas. As soon as she left, Tom came over and took her place, sighing slightly as he laid down next to the sleeping Francis.
Poppy came out of the bedroom quickly while Tom looked at Francis with his head cocked. She wore a pajama shirt that was several sizes too big for her, and she raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"