[ Chloe had guessed 110% correctly about Jesse’s sleep schedule. He hasn’t gone that hard, accidentally or on-purpose, in a long time. A fact his entire body seems intent on reminding him of as he struggles up towards wakefulness. The sound of the front door rattling on its hinges has him groaning and attempting to bury himself even deeper beneath the covers, at least right up until he realizes who is giving him this wake-up call.
Jesse answers the door in plaid pajama pants and the same shirt he’d had on the night before, unbuttoned and wrinkled from sleep. It’s also plaid. An entirely different variety. ]
How are you awake?
[ He sounds honestly a little in awe of that fact as he waves her in, morning sunlight glinting off of his metal hand. ]
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Jesse answers the door in plaid pajama pants and the same shirt he’d had on the night before, unbuttoned and wrinkled from sleep. It’s also plaid. An entirely different variety. ]
How are you awake?
[ He sounds honestly a little in awe of that fact as he waves her in, morning sunlight glinting off of his metal hand. ]