It takes him a couple more seconds to even come close to being some form of alert before he's heaving a sigh and dropping his hand out of his hair. Guess if he wants that cigarette, he's going to need to haul himself out of this bed. At least he can do that much because he sure as Hell can't stop this headache.
Heel of his palm pressing into the mattress, he pushes off and gets himself up, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he gives himself a moment to make sure the room isn't spinning on him. A glance around his fingers, he eyes the sweater and the guy — August — holding it out to him. There's... something about him. Something he can't quite make sense of right now but it's pinging his sight... or maybe it's the headache making everything all fuzzy on him. Hell if he knows.
Regardless, he reaches for the sweater and tips his head back, eyeing him a little more. )
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It takes him a couple more seconds to even come close to being some form of alert before he's heaving a sigh and dropping his hand out of his hair. Guess if he wants that cigarette, he's going to need to haul himself out of this bed. At least he can do that much because he sure as Hell can't stop this headache.
Heel of his palm pressing into the mattress, he pushes off and gets himself up, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he gives himself a moment to make sure the room isn't spinning on him. A glance around his fingers, he eyes the sweater and the guy — August — holding it out to him. There's... something about him. Something he can't quite make sense of right now but it's pinging his sight... or maybe it's the headache making everything all fuzzy on him. Hell if he knows.
Regardless, he reaches for the sweater and tips his head back, eyeing him a little more. )
Thanks.
( To which he begins to pull it on over him. )
You usually end up in bed with strangers?
( Not like he can talk but you know. )