[She isn't going to let him right himself on his own, and instead, she will readjust them both so that his arm is draped over her shoulders. Fuck, she's forgotten how heavy he is and her knees buckle momentarily before she's dragging him away from the bathroom doorway and someplace safer before he slips.]
That isn't what I asked.
[Slept. Properly.]
Where is the bed?
[Because surely, if he had a nap earlier, that means there's got to be one here somewhere?]
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That isn't what I asked.
[Slept. Properly.]
Where is the bed?
[Because surely, if he had a nap earlier, that means there's got to be one here somewhere?]