[Joaquin wakes with a jolt sometime later. It's warm, he's way too warm, and there's someone right up against him. Or, more like, he's right up against someone else, his arms thrown about them in a messy tangle.
This is so abnormal Joaquin thinks he's perhaps just dreaming it all, but then his eyes adjust to the darkness, their last candle having burned itself out a while ago. Probably a good thing, as his head is pounding a bit from all the alcohol drying out his system. God, why did he drink so much...?
Finally, he looks down. It's Manolo.
That's both relieving and distressing for some reason and slowly Joaquin tries to drag himself away. God, what time even is it?]
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Date: 2016-01-15 03:35 pm (UTC)This is so abnormal Joaquin thinks he's perhaps just dreaming it all, but then his eyes adjust to the darkness, their last candle having burned itself out a while ago. Probably a good thing, as his head is pounding a bit from all the alcohol drying out his system. God, why did he drink so much...?
Finally, he looks down. It's Manolo.
That's both relieving and distressing for some reason and slowly Joaquin tries to drag himself away. God, what time even is it?]