Johnny startles awake after a mercifully dreamless (or at least unremarkable) sleep. Whhhhhere is he. Fuck. Oh god, his head. Did he drink an entire bar? This isn't his bed. He's fully dressed on top of a starchy comforter. And Seth.

SETH. Right. Okay. Yes. The previous day comes back in pieces, through the haze of sleep and one really bad hangover. Johnny discovers that while he didn't quite get himself right side up ever, sometime in the night he did manage to shift his position so that he's partially sprawled over Seth's body. Seth's shirtless body. Oh come on.

He struggles, joints creaking a little, to get up without rousing Seth, but grace and subtlty come to him rarely enough even when he's alert and sober.