John was out the moment his head hit the pillow. He was sprawled across the bed in only his pants, the scar almost shiny against the rest of his skin.
He slept peacefully. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the exhaustion. He didn't know. But he was grateful for it.
In the morning, John didn't even bother putting on clothes, he must head downstairs in just his pants. Half asleep still, he started to make the coffee.
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Date: 2019-01-09 05:15 am (UTC)He slept peacefully. Maybe it was the music. Maybe it was the exhaustion. He didn't know. But he was grateful for it.
In the morning, John didn't even bother putting on clothes, he must head downstairs in just his pants. Half asleep still, he started to make the coffee.
Yes. That would help. And some food.