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[sign_seeker]

*A week and more of uneasy nightmare-ridden sleep is not completely erased by a single night, but it can do a fair amount when the power of Morpheus is behind it. Will wakes only reluctantly to a shrieking alarm clock, but when he rises he feels more alert than he has in days

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[sixth_son]

James peers at Will over breakfast with a certain degree of surprise - but between Mary's chatter, and Mrs. Stanton's constant reminders about homework, there is no chance for either to get a word in edgewise until they are standing outside by the bus stop.

[sign_seeker]

--Oh, lord, did I forget my--

*Will digs in his bag for a minute, and then finds his English homework.*

Here it is. All right.

[sixth_son]

James looks at him, his brow furrowed.

"Well - you actually look awake this morning, and not terrified witless. Which is a good thing, I suppose."

[sign_seeker]

*Will does not roll his eyes at the phrase "terrified witless," but he looks like he's thinking about it. He smiles crookedly.*

Yes. It's a good thing.

*simply* It's over.

[barsoflight]

*Paul loves the pillow. The pillow loves Paul.*

*They cuddle silently in the darkness -- the semi-darkness -- the unpleasant brightness of 2 pm.*

[sixth_son]

Alas! For the love of Paul and the pillow is Not to Be. They are to be cruelly separated - at least the pleasant darkness of 2 AM comes again.

The agent of that separation? James Stanton, pulling Will by the wrist behind him, and announcing loudly, "We are going to have a Talk."

[barsoflight]

*very sleepily* 's all right, really, know how to use a condom.

[sign_seeker]

*Will stares, and tries not to crack up. A rather muffled snort of laughter is the result.*

*He tries again, half-heartedly, to tug his wrist out of James's grasp, mostly on the principle of the thing.*