Miguel - post homeplot
It was strange how waking up on Eddie and Lily's couch could become so familiar again after only two days. When Lennox woke that morning, he expected to feel the soft slope of their couch cushions against his cheek and instead felt Hal's fur brushing his arm from where she lay on his bed. Groaning softly, Lennox blinked a few times and then lifted his hand to rub across his eyes as he tried to roll into a sitting position.
His throat hurt and his eyes hurt and his fucking head was pounding, but he sat up and rubbed his temples, wishing he just had some goddamn water or something. Beside him, Hal wagged her tail cautiously and licked his arm. "I'm okay," he promised her, although he sure as hell didn't feel okay. Long Bay had Chris and Long Bay had everything that Lennox had wanted to escape and Long Bay also had the son he had never even really met.
There was movement from somewhere inside the hut and Lennox frowned, wondering if Eddie or Lily had already come over. It seemed likely that they were still waking up as well, though, and he coughed softly, then called, "Hello?"
His throat hurt and his eyes hurt and his fucking head was pounding, but he sat up and rubbed his temples, wishing he just had some goddamn water or something. Beside him, Hal wagged her tail cautiously and licked his arm. "I'm okay," he promised her, although he sure as hell didn't feel okay. Long Bay had Chris and Long Bay had everything that Lennox had wanted to escape and Long Bay also had the son he had never even really met.
There was movement from somewhere inside the hut and Lennox frowned, wondering if Eddie or Lily had already come over. It seemed likely that they were still waking up as well, though, and he coughed softly, then called, "Hello?"