I’m not hungover you shitheads, [which is true, mostly. All his aches come from that thing he sees every night - the dark wizard as Steve had put it. He’s not saying that, though.
Fuck it all though. He can’t stay here, so up he gets. He grabs a shirt from Steve’s pile, gives him a sweet middle finger before he strides by Eddie to the edge of the bathroom where his jeans are. Like he cares about what they see when he bends down go grip them up. Before he closes the door to take a leak, he turns to Eddie, expression not softer, but less of a jackass -] I owe you a joint, [and in he goes. ]
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Fuck it all though. He can’t stay here, so up he gets. He grabs a shirt from Steve’s pile, gives him a sweet middle finger before he strides by Eddie to the edge of the bathroom where his jeans are. Like he cares about what they see when he bends down go grip them up. Before he closes the door to take a leak, he turns to Eddie, expression not softer, but less of a jackass -] I owe you a joint, [and in he goes. ]