Jensen can hear the patter of rain against the windows; see the way it’s smearing against the panes through the open curtains. The room is still dark, the grey overcast sky giving no sunlight, nothing to encourage Jensen to get out of bed. They’re supposed to meet Tom and Mike for brunch, some Polish place that Tom raves about, promising that the food will be worth the inevitable sausage jokes from Mike
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“Stopit,” he mumbles, syllables vowels and consonants all rolled into a barely coherent complaint.
What an absolutely adorable line!
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