[The movement feels like a dream, too, the hand over his back, the warmth of breath in his hair, and then Red's arm secure and strong lifting him up and guiding him to his feet, legs like noodles, to glide him off to bed. He's not entirely sure how they got there, only that now he's abruptly horizontal and his head tilts with the world, feels himself sinking into the mattress and pillows, and the warmth close against his back as another body climbs in behind him. He's too warm and comfortable to question it, now, the security of Red's arm drawn around him again and keeping him close.]
[When Blue comes to again it's with a new sense of consciousness, less dream-like than the one he drifted off with but more unsure, brain trying to sequence events and coming up short. Instead, all it does is send his eyes spinning again in the morning sunlight, and he's done this a hundred times. He knows what to do.]
[He has to disengage Red's arm reluctantly, giving it a moment's pause as memories from the night filter in, but it only makes the spinning worse and so he focuses on just moving, moving, letting his feet stumble him where he had to go and collapse to his knees, just enough time to empty his regrets into the toiletbowl.]
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[When Blue comes to again it's with a new sense of consciousness, less dream-like than the one he drifted off with but more unsure, brain trying to sequence events and coming up short. Instead, all it does is send his eyes spinning again in the morning sunlight, and he's done this a hundred times. He knows what to do.]
[He has to disengage Red's arm reluctantly, giving it a moment's pause as memories from the night filter in, but it only makes the spinning worse and so he focuses on just moving, moving, letting his feet stumble him where he had to go and collapse to his knees, just enough time to empty his regrets into the toiletbowl.]
[Maybe this morning he'd have more than usual.]