[Being propped on the chair isn't remotely comfortable for his back but he's curled up in them anyway like it's the biggest god send in the world when really if he'd stayed at home he would've been more comfortable.
He doesn't even notice his mom walking up at first, because he's drifting in and out of sleep, but the familiar voice catches his attention.
He'd shrink back at the tone if his last fuck hadn't left a while ago. Instead he just smiles tiredly her way.]
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He doesn't even notice his mom walking up at first, because he's drifting in and out of sleep, but the familiar voice catches his attention.
He'd shrink back at the tone if his last fuck hadn't left a while ago. Instead he just smiles tiredly her way.]
Did you bring my flask?
[He could use a drink right about now.]