[Everything aches everywhere and he's pretty sure that this is his bed and also, who turned the lamp in his face that is a disc-able offense at this hour.]
Could you... [He sounds like death run over by murder, and kinda feels like it, except for the clear weight of someone tangled beside him in all this light.] Could you not. With the. Could you just not?
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Could you... [He sounds like death run over by murder, and kinda feels like it, except for the clear weight of someone tangled beside him in all this light.] Could you not. With the. Could you just not?