Room 405, Sunday Morning
So Joker and Eleanor still hadn't had a real discussion about, well, moving forward without breaking his hand again. Nor had they spent any more time talking about the pornography he'd put on her phone. They'd come back tired from the dance, and had made out for a while and then fallen asleep.
Now, it was a new morning -- well on its way to afternoon, and they were snuggled in bed. Joker wasn't sure when he'd actually crossed the line into waking -- he was still fuzzy and not fully awake. He kissed Eleanor's forehead, to try to get her attention. "Hey," he whispered. "Hey." He kissed her again. "Hey, are you awake?"
(For the one. Heading NWS.)
Now, it was a new morning -- well on its way to afternoon, and they were snuggled in bed. Joker wasn't sure when he'd actually crossed the line into waking -- he was still fuzzy and not fully awake. He kissed Eleanor's forehead, to try to get her attention. "Hey," he whispered. "Hey." He kissed her again. "Hey, are you awake?"
(For the one. Heading NWS.)