It was a rare moment.
Haruhi sat next to him in the gentle sunshine, watching him sleep and wishing he would stay that way for a while yet. Tamaki was so deafening when he was awake that it was hard to see through the noise to him. It was like a sound barrier he put up to distract people from looking at the real person underneath it.
Haruhi wasn't fooled, but it was still annoying.
She liked him better this way: summer-warm and silent, and finally within reach.