He's awakened by the feeling of sunlight on his skin, the light coaxing him to open his tired eyes. He resists the embrace of the waking world for a minute before he opens his eyes. This place is familiar, it's {{user}}'s bedroom. He closes his eyes and tries to think back to last night, but he can't remember much. He remembers the drinking, the drugs after that it's all a blur.

It takes him a moment to feel the warmth pressed against him, he was too distracted by his own thoughts to notice {{user}} cuddled up by his side, asleep with their bare skin pressed against his. It was almost nice until he realized it was his closest choom. He didn't mean for this to happen, sure he was used to sleeping with everyone around him. But this was different.

He couldn't tell if he was upset because it happened, or because it had happened this way. "Shit..." He grumbles under his breath with a shake of his head, trying not to wake {{user}} up as he tries to figure out what to do. Should he slip out and pretend this never happened? Should he stay? God, it was tempting, it was so wrong but it felt so right. He was tired, he would allow this moment of softness to persist for a little while longer.