[He takes his time, slogs through it all. He splashes cold water on his face, rinses his mouth out with something that smells minty. He finger combs his still slightly damp curls, twisting them until they bounce.
He’s looked worse. There’s some dark bruising under his eyes when the light is low, and if blinks too fast he thinks he sees black veins on his face. This is just his mornings, though.
He sprays himself, hauls on Eddie’s shirt and steps into his jeans, coming out as he’s pulling up the zipper, then rearranging his belt. His shoes are - right, behind Eddie. God, he needs coffee.]
Harrington is my phone over there? [ He vaguely remembers planning to take snaps for his sidehustle -]
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He’s looked worse. There’s some dark bruising under his eyes when the light is low, and if blinks too fast he thinks he sees black veins on his face. This is just his mornings, though.
He sprays himself, hauls on Eddie’s shirt and steps into his jeans, coming out as he’s pulling up the zipper, then rearranging his belt. His shoes are - right, behind Eddie. God, he needs coffee.]
Harrington is my phone over there? [ He vaguely remembers planning to take snaps for his sidehustle -]