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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Despite the many hours of missed sleep over the last few nights - Seamus didn't sleep for all that long. Hunger from not eating properly woke him well before he was really ready and he groaned as he blinked his eyes open to the bright light. He mumbled something that might have been 'fucking hell' and brought one arm up to cover his eyes. He knew without needing to open his eyes that Dean was still there - though he couldn't have said how he'd come by such knowledge. "Time's'it?" he asked. He didn't ask why Dean was still there. He knew that if their situations had been reversed there was no way Seamus would have left.

He squinted one eye open and tried to look for Dean without actually moving. He could see his legs, but nothing else. His stomach didn't hurt anymore, but he felt groggy, like waking up the morning after drinking too much. "Think I need to pee," he said, groaning again and not moving. He was - despite the cotton-wool feeling in his head and the fullness of his bladder - surprisingly comfortable and it was tempting to just go back to sleep.