[ Blaine shifts on his bed, curling around the blankets a little more before he yawns, wide and free. He's half-asleep, really, face pressed into the cold as he waits for something to happen. He knows what he expects; it's late at night, he's awake, tense with anticipation, waiting for the creak of his door -
that's why he holds his breath. Waiting
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