A few weeks had gone by since the plane had touched down at O'Hare from Ye Olde Merry Canada. Long enough for them to get back into the swing of the important things in their Chicago life together. Like noisy sex most days and not just confined to the bedroom, bitching about whose turn it was to take out the trash, getting drunk on a Saturday night
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It was possible that Ray was dreaming. It was also possible he needed to stop drinking before bed.
He was pulled slooooowly out of his slumber by little odd noises here and there, and he made a sleepy sound, rolled onto his side, and flopped his arm onto where Kowalski was supposed to be.
It hit mattress instead.
That made Ray scramble quickly to sit up - too quickly; the sudden movement made his head swim. He squinted, trying to gather his bearings and figure out why on earth Kowalski would be out of bed before him.
"Whaa--? Why? Where?"
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He did his best not to wince when Vecchio woke up and turned round with a quick smile that probably blinded his partner as much as the light did.
"Here," Kowalski assured him, feeling like he was in the middle of name call at school. He got distracted by the free glasses though and went to grab them off the bed, sticking them haphazardly on his head.
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"Something happen? Where are you going?"
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There was no ear ring but Kowalski was having to think on his feet here.
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