*shifts, twitches, and finally drags his eyes open with a louder groan (fuck who turned up the lights)* *doesn't really remember where he is, at first* *tries to move and finds his hands are stuck together in front—no, tied together, and so are his ankles* Wha' th'fuck...?
*squints to the side and spots you, then, slumped against the doorframe and looking like hell on a plate* *snarls and yanks at the cord around his wrists, the throbbing headache only making him angrier* Fuck. Gonna fuckin'... fuck.