β that sucks ...
do you want me to let you keep sleeping ? β
still holding a plate and glass , she tilts her head .
πΉ β AMY .
" My back is twenty-five percent metal, nothing is unfortunately comfortable. "
He's rolling onto his back, giving her a tired smile.
" I don't sleep for shit anyway.... "
... blink , blink .
β there's no way you're comfortable like that ... β
πΉ β AMY .
Once he hears the word "breakfast" his eyes snap open like a T. rex, head turning to see her with his ass still in the air.
He's not a sound sleeper.
" did you say food. "
