9.37pm. Sounded surreal - sounded impossible to believe, except Jamie wasn't the type to joke around with these sorts of things. It was late. And cold. The skin on his cheeks and arms felt like ice. He slipped into something within reach that was warmer than a t-shirt, and breathed out another sigh.
He hadn't meant to call Jamie or bother him, but he was comforted to have Jamie around. Whether it was because Jamie's presence just had that sort of effect on people or because Jamie was babying him right now, he didn't know.
A shower. That was about the last thing on his mind right now. His mind was in a similar state of disarray as his place - it was surprising that Jamie hadn't fainted on the spot when he entered.
"Jamie, I..."
This was the reason he didn't want to call them. He sat there in his bed quietly and just drank his water.
"If you told me you were coming I would have tidied up the place a little," he ended up saying, even though there were a hundred and one other things he probably should be saying instead.