Joe wakes up with his face mashed into his pillow instead of Nicky's shoulder, as it usually is. He's also on the floor, he notices quickly, curled on top of several pillows and blankets, his shoulders hurting a little. He hasn't slept much on the ground in the past century or so and frankly, does not miss it.
He opens his eyes with a put-upon sigh, getting his bearings. He remembers managing to bring Quynh back to their hotel room the night before, and striving to persuade her not to go up to the roof to sleep. She'd flat out refused the bed so they'd made do by piling up a little nest on the living room carpet instead, hence Joe's current predicament. He rolls onto his back carefully, craning his neck to look at the others. Nicky's awake already (of course he is) and Joe reaches out to take his hand, his eyebrows arched interrogatively. Is everything alright?
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Date: 2021-11-11 01:26 am (UTC)He opens his eyes with a put-upon sigh, getting his bearings. He remembers managing to bring Quynh back to their hotel room the night before, and striving to persuade her not to go up to the roof to sleep. She'd flat out refused the bed so they'd made do by piling up a little nest on the living room carpet instead, hence Joe's current predicament. He rolls onto his back carefully, craning his neck to look at the others. Nicky's awake already (of course he is) and Joe reaches out to take his hand, his eyebrows arched interrogatively. Is everything alright?