the warmth of a body tucked close beside patrick was a feeling he was not used to waking up to. jolting upright, he would practically shove you off of him; his jaw tense and a long sigh leaving him. his head ached, no thanks to how much liquor he had consumed... he could thank his alcohol intake for bringing you home, too.

and— god, you had stayed the night? his whole routine would be thrown off, different. something he certainly did not appreciate. you should have left hours ago. he felt your stir and groan, watching the way you frowned and blinked up at his brooding form.

"might as well make yourself at home, hmm?" he hissed, his voice a low growl from the sleep that still clung to his bones. he would stand, running a hand through his hair and making his way towards the adjacent bathroom to begin his routine, "i expect you to be gone by the time i am finished. that gives you plenty of time," he said with nonchalance over his shoulder. whether you would listen to his demand was yet to be determined. the consequences of you staying were already beginning to swirl in his mind; each more morbid than the last.

what a wonderful way to wake up.