Miguel

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"Dude, pass me the lighter," Lennox said in a sleep clogged voice, still only half awake. There was a joint dangling from the corner of his mouth and he knew he should probably get up and let the dogs out, but it was comfortable and all he wanted was to smoke the joint. He hadn't even meant to fall asleep, but apparently they'd taken a fucking nap

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"I don't think I can worry about your spit by now," he mumbles into the pillow, not even sure if he wants a joint as much as he wants to sleep some more. It's far from the first time he's spent most of the day in bed, but he still isn't used to having someone else there. Waiting for Jim to take the first hit, he holds his hand out for it anyway--it's not like he can't go back to sleep when he's high. "How long have we been asleep?"

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"Dunno, man," Lennox said, giving a lazy sort of shrug as he took a hit off the joint and blew the smoke into the air. Reaching over, he passed the joint to Miguel before he sat up and looked out the window. "Couple hours at least. I dunno, I was never good at telling time by the sun, which you should think I'd be good at after living here for so long, right?"

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Miguel hums his agreement, wondering if it even matters when he hasn't got anywhere else to be. His hit is exhaled in a yawn and he crosses his arm over his eyes while passing it back. "You're wearing me out," he accuses throatily, though it'd be a sad fact if that were the case.

He knows his life has been fucked inside-out when he responds to bad shit by not taking drugs, skipping doses here and there ever since his clone turned up missing. It's not like he's stupid, like he doesn't understand how much he needs them, he just wants to feel shit sometimes. When bad shit happens, he wants to feel bad, and when everything's fine and he's napped the afternoon away, he wants to have a joint and not worry about why he's tired. He lives in fucking paradise, he can afford to sleep too much. "I can't believe I have to worry about going home to feed a fucking cat," he adds, wondering how the hell this all happened, and not just the gay shit.

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"That's what this place does to you. Gives you pets and kids," Lennox pointed out with a laugh, although he didn't really have anyone he could call a kid anymore. He missed Ariel still almost every day and River was kind of the same, but she was an adult, too. She didn't need him like that.

Not that this was the time to dwell on shit like that and Lennox forced his mind away, bringing the joint to his mouth again. "You need to get home to the cat?" he asked curiously, trying not to make it sound like he didn't want Miguel to leave, although he didn't.