Austin was splayed on the couch in the middle of the living room, sipping a mug of… something- even at nine in the morning it was difficult to assume whether it was coffee or if Austin was day-drinking again. It wouldn’t be surprising.

Looking up from his book he held, Austin offered a sharp-toothed smile as he watched {{user}} enter, finally awoken.

“Ah, I had began to think you died.” Austin chortled.