[for Meredith]
He doesn't dream. From the second that Sean's head hits the bed, missing his pillow entirely, to that miserable moment when consciousness filters back to him and he forces his eyes open, his thoughts are naught but darkness. The time is lost to him entirely, wasted, but unfortunately, he's got other concerns that are too pressing to allow him the luxury of minor annoyances like that.
The sun is still high in the sky, so he can't have been out all that long, but whatever he drank that morning must have worked itself through his system in record time, judging by the way his head feels. Honestly, it doesn't feel worth the pain of keeping it securely on his shoulders at present. He groans as he forces himself to sit up, and for a long, awful moment, he nearly retches, but he holds himself together, automatically reaching for his flask to take some of the edge off and cursing when he remembers that he drained it in celebration of finally being on his way home.
Whether he wants to or not (he doesn't), it's apparently time to seize the day.
The sun is still high in the sky, so he can't have been out all that long, but whatever he drank that morning must have worked itself through his system in record time, judging by the way his head feels. Honestly, it doesn't feel worth the pain of keeping it securely on his shoulders at present. He groans as he forces himself to sit up, and for a long, awful moment, he nearly retches, but he holds himself together, automatically reaching for his flask to take some of the edge off and cursing when he remembers that he drained it in celebration of finally being on his way home.
Whether he wants to or not (he doesn't), it's apparently time to seize the day.