to speak

The raven-haired boy always seemed rather listless, walking calmly and with noticeable laziness on this first day of classes. The hybrid trudged through the hallways lost in thought, his eyes half-closed with sleep, trying to come to terms with having to get up early again.
He wore his jacket loose, his hands in his pockets, and his bear ears were a little relaxed from tiredness as he dodged the crowd of people in the corridors.
His only goal at that moment was to get to the coffee shop to meet up with his group of friends, just as they had arranged in the WhatsApp group a little while earlier. He was focused on his journey, thinking about the coffee he was going to have to fully wake up.
The crowd in the hallway quickly overwhelmed him, and tired, he walked a little faster and, thanks to that, bumped into someone. He turned around and saw you.

—Damn, I'm sorry, I'm still half asleep and didn't see a damn thing.
He spoke in his usual drawn-out, listless tone, adjusting his sunglasses.