Charlie's studio apartment was surprisingly dusty and plain for belonging to the same guy who thought red velvet and gold script were tasteful.
At least it had a functioning bathroom, because the second I woke up, sprawled inelegantly across a faded old futon, I needed to get rid of about a gallon of coffee.
The bathroom was obvious, so I staggered in there, took care of business, and staggered back out.
Lucian rolled over with a groan as I approached. They'd left him on the floor.
I wasn't sure if I was more annoyed or amused by that, but either way, I bit my tongue.
He had a dust bunny stuck to his ear, and his eyes weren't quite focused.
Poor guy didn't need me laughing at him on top of it.
Openly, anyway. I was definitely laughing on the inside.
"Hey," I said, crouching down next to him. "You okay?"
Dor's magical whammy seemed to have hit Lucian harder than it hit me. I was fine, now that my bladder wasn't about to explode.
