[Action] Where Have I Landed, I Don't Quite Remember...

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Raivis had fallen asleep and when that had been, he couldn't quite recall. The only certainty he had: He'd dreamed a week away. What had transpired during the proceeding days of lucid dreaming was a haze of half formed memories of muttered incantations into the telephone and bleary eyed mornings wondering why the stapler wouldn't come to him when he twitched his hand a certain way. Today- Monday? Monday...- he opened his eyes to 'Ja tikai uz mani tu paskatītos' blaring from the cellphone on his bedside table and finally, to Clarity. The spell faded at last as he rolled over groaning, blinking, flopping an arm over the prone form beside him tangled in the blankets with its limbs sprawled every which way. Still snoring. Still lost to the world.

He stared for a while and the phone fell silent.

"Labrit..."

With a kiss over each brow, the nose, the slightly parted lips, Raivis smiled, tugged the quilt over the slumbering Peter then slipped quietly out of bed to start a small pot of coffee. It would be a long day, it always was at the start of a week, but the ring on his finger- so bright in the sunlight- and the man in his bed made it worth every cheek pinch Maria Dahlstrom threw his way.

He only hoped poor Ion was ready for the Keiller twins today...