CJ wakes up with a pounding in his head, like every single night for the last couple of months. He knows that drinking himself to sleep and getting absolutely hammered is not the answer to his problems, but oh well.

His green eyes squint as they wander around his room, expression easing up a bit when he sees you reading on a chair.

"Morning. You stayed the night?" CJ says, and he's already reaching for the bottle of beer in his nightstand --- no rest for the wicked.