Gunter wasn’t exactly used to people coming backstage to see him after a show. Not without prior notice, in any case. So while he’d told the few stage workers who lingered afterward to take care of anything that still had to be done that he would be resting in his prep room before leaving himself, the illusionist hadn’t put anything outside the door to say not to disturb him.
And overall, he actually hadn’t meant to fall asleep completely, either. Just relax and close his eyes for a little while. Unfortunately, that hadn’t panned out as planned. To the point where the other coming in didn’t even disturb him too much, just shifting and tilting his head more towards his chest.
“Detective?” The sleep-heavy voice was slightly muffled by the arm Gunter was using for a pillow, but the words were clear enough. And a small smirk tugged up on one corner of his mouth, though not for too long.
“Trying so hard to catch an illusion… as usual…”
The man shifted a little more and hummed, then settled and fell silent, aside from his steady breathing.