Leon didn’t know how long had passed between his homecoming and the light streaming back into the house along with the sound of voices—he just knew the black wordless doldrums of the inside of his skull resolving into a disgruntled what the fuck, and put his pillow over his head where he was sprawled on the bedspread.
The light advanced further—and the bedroom door creaked open, bright yellow halogen-bulb beams assaulting the backs of his eyelids even through the pillowcase. Leon swore into the mattress and didn’t get up.
The sound of a sigh echoed in from the direction of the doorframe: Male, annoyingly familiar. Then, following it, a voice.
“Yeah, I figured as much.”
“Fuck you,” Leon grumbled, and gave the intruder the finger, still not looking up.
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