[Ardyn comes in only minutes later, brandishing some sort of heavy text in his hands — a law book, no doubt, one which he was going to reference for an upcoming lecture. But he pauses as he sees Dante leaning forward on his desk, potentially asleep, and he frowns in concern, stepping into his office proper.

He gently places the book down on his desk so not to startle him, then arches a brow — a little worryingly — and lightly taps the young man on the shoulder.]

Dante.

[Poor boy’s had it rough lately.]

There are things called beds, you know. You should utilize one, if you’ve not the energy to be in class today.

[Why does this seem like deja vu? Probably because he said something similar to Prompto not that long ago.]