[He would have glared at his two conspiring lovers if he'd been awake. He didn't need all this fussing, honestly. But he wasn't awake.
He wasn't awake for a long time, actually.
He'd arrived in Paris at 3 pm and they'd made it Booker's mom's no later than 4. An hour talking to her, another talking to Joe and Nicky must have passed out at around 6 at the latest.
He woke up with the sun just starting to kiss the horizon.
He was stiff as hell and was starving, but the most pressing piece of information his body had for him was that he needed to pee. Badly. It was the only thing that could have gotten him out of Booker's arms, if he was honest with himself. He moved quietly and careful, doing his best to not jostle his boyfriend as he slid out of bed and tiptoed out of the room.]
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Date: 2020-09-02 02:56 am (UTC)He wasn't awake for a long time, actually.
He'd arrived in Paris at 3 pm and they'd made it Booker's mom's no later than 4. An hour talking to her, another talking to Joe and Nicky must have passed out at around 6 at the latest.
He woke up with the sun just starting to kiss the horizon.
He was stiff as hell and was starving, but the most pressing piece of information his body had for him was that he needed to pee. Badly. It was the only thing that could have gotten him out of Booker's arms, if he was honest with himself. He moved quietly and careful, doing his best to not jostle his boyfriend as he slid out of bed and tiptoed out of the room.]