[After tossing and turning all night, Joaquin managed to get a max of four hours of sleep, managing to sleep through his first alarm that usually woke him for his jog. His eyes felt puffy and dry, like they'd been coated with salt overnight and his chest was still congested with dread. He had really, really fucked up this time. And it was different than how things had gone with Manolo, because deep down despite all his worries Joaquin knew Manolo would forgive him. Hermann and Newton, though...
He didn't deserve their forgiveness or even their pity, should it arise from all this. He deserved a punch in the face, but neither of them were likely strong enough to make much a dent. Maybe he could ask Manolo to do it for them instead. Which... actually led to an interesting thought.
Getting up, forgetting his morning routine completely, Joaquin hurried over on bare feet and still in his pjs over to Manolo's door. The musician was likely still asleep but Joaquin was willing to get Manolo all the caffeine he needed if it meant he could actually do something that might help. He knocked on the door steadily but with some urgency.]
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Date: 2016-03-31 05:26 pm (UTC)He didn't deserve their forgiveness or even their pity, should it arise from all this. He deserved a punch in the face, but neither of them were likely strong enough to make much a dent. Maybe he could ask Manolo to do it for them instead. Which... actually led to an interesting thought.
Getting up, forgetting his morning routine completely, Joaquin hurried over on bare feet and still in his pjs over to Manolo's door. The musician was likely still asleep but Joaquin was willing to get Manolo all the caffeine he needed if it meant he could actually do something that might help. He knocked on the door steadily but with some urgency.]
Manolo? I need your help with something.