'Christ.' Being asleep is lovely, you're just existing. There are no conscious choices to be made. Your brain is allowed just float about on it's own accord. When you're asleep you don't have to act in line with the needs of others, or in Eddies case, act in spite of the needs of others leading to a lot of whining he then had to endure.

That world was gone now, very gone. Eddie had been jerked violently awake by the sight of Richie's head in his bed. Ah! He'd never decapitated anyone before! It wasn't until he felt the rest of him under the duvet that he got on top of the situation. 'Fuck.' Eddie swung, with a sense of immediacy, his legs over the edge of the bed taking on a seated position. The smooth elegance of this move was quite impressive considering. He wished he had some alcohol in him, he couldn't cope with this sober. Mind, he didn't like coping with anything sober, if for no other reason, than because it was boring.

The bed sheets rustled. 'I say! I had expected a comment a little less unsettling than "fuck", but I think it fits the bill snugly.' 'Ah, you up then.' It wasn't really a question, he'd usually just let the tosser babble on not bothering with replies. But this was by no means a usual situation. He was very tempted to just act like it though and by all means avoid any sort of talk or confrontation.

Bloody alcohol. He stood up needing an excuse not to look Richie in the eye. 'I'm awake if that's what you mean, I am not, however, "up" gallivanting with my arse on display.' Rich being pedantic, at leas that's business as usual. 'You dribbling at my arse then?' 'Poof.' He himself didn't really know if it was friendly teasing or a mean slur, Eddie liked to keep himself in the dark concerning such matters, he was a man of mystery but mainly to himself. 'Oh YES, you're a fine one to talk! I wouldn't be going around making accusations like that if I were you!' Richie had gotten up as well and moved over to get his own clothes. The excitement of getting to spout rubbish seemed to have shaken any morning after feelings. 'Git' He leant down to get his trousers careful to let a hand brush Eddies thigh on its way up. They kissed. Then Richie strolled to his own room with an air of self-satisfaction.

Beautiful tit-head, with his elegant legs and stupid excuse of genitalia. Eddie had been to medical school, grant you he hadn't studied much, but he could say with no little confidence that that man was genetically inter-sex . Which should make his own situation better in some way, but didn't. Besides Richie was probably not aware of it himself, people very rarely were. He certainly wasn't about to spill the beans. Richie was rather touchy when it came to things like that ...

Eddie got his own clothes. This was fine. If this was how things were going to be it was fine, no confrontation, yet he felt like they were on the same page, bugger it he knew what page that was, but he was confident that it was the same one.