[Needless to say the weekend was...a nightmare. Literally, seeing as there was a very horrific one that went down, that turned the weekend from something frustrating to something arguably traumatizing. Re-traumatizing? Whatever.
Regardless, he's exhausted, and while falling asleep betrayed him before, he can't very well fight off his exhaustion any longer. Which is why, when he returns to his apartment, he lets himself just collapse on his broken bed (he'll fix that later, maybe). He barely gets out of his clothes, and honestly is still in his frock before exhaustion takes him. The rest of his clothes are discarded on the ground, or still on the bed.
Just...wherever they landed, it didn't matter. Nothing really did, other than sleeping. And sleep he does, that is, until he hears the apartment door open. His eyes snapping open, but he remains still, listening...wondering if it might be any residual worry from what he had endured, his mind playing tricks on him, perhaps?
But there's light coming in from the door, because of course there is, why would he be able to get any rest whatsoever?! Sitting up, he glares over at what he can see of the person entering—till he realizes who it is.]
...Finally decided I was worthy of your presence, hm? Well, who's to say I feel the same about you.
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Regardless, he's exhausted, and while falling asleep betrayed him before, he can't very well fight off his exhaustion any longer. Which is why, when he returns to his apartment, he lets himself just collapse on his broken bed (he'll fix that later, maybe). He barely gets out of his clothes, and honestly is still in his frock before exhaustion takes him. The rest of his clothes are discarded on the ground, or still on the bed.
Just...wherever they landed, it didn't matter. Nothing really did, other than sleeping. And sleep he does, that is, until he hears the apartment door open. His eyes snapping open, but he remains still, listening...wondering if it might be any residual worry from what he had endured, his mind playing tricks on him, perhaps?
But there's light coming in from the door, because of course there is, why would he be able to get any rest whatsoever?! Sitting up, he glares over at what he can see of the person entering—till he realizes who it is.]
...Finally decided I was worthy of your presence, hm? Well, who's to say I feel the same about you.
[Someone's a little salty!]