Shō is aware that he’s not in the best of shapes; clothes disheveled and bandages loose. A shower would chase away the stench of alcohol.

But thats far too much effort. Plus the idea of moving made him want to retch.

He rolled off the bed at some point, and never got up. Just starfished on the floor beside a couple empty bottles that had collected from his rough night. Distantly he registered the sound of his door, raising his eyes and craning his neck at the figure stepping into the room.