Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Morning

[spring_lost]

Nate stirred.

This wasn't a particularly spectacular observation. He stirred like he did every morning, sound of mind, sound of body, and ready to tackle another day (if also ready to tackle some of his hard-won luxuries, such as sleeping in).

Sleepily, he moved one hand to dislodge Wade's arm from wherever it had wound up this time.

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[mouthy_merc]

"Five more minutes, boss-man," Wade grumbled, shoving his head under a pillow in hopes of delaying the inevitable.

[spring_lost]

"Wade," Nate grunted, opening his eyes and blinking at Wade's skin. No scars... "Wade?"

[mouthy_merc]

Of course he didn't have scars. That would mean the retards had to actually hit him.

"Whazzat?" Wade sat up, focusing on where he was. "Who the fuck are you and how much did I drink to get here?"

[spring_lost]

Well, this was going to be interesting.

Another one of those weekends.

Nate shot a quick look at his own hands to make sure he was unaffected this time. Then back up. "You didn't," he said. Well, no more than usual. "Mind telling me what the last thing is you remember?"

[ihavenocodename]

Elsewhere in the house, there was a slightly more familiar visitor checking in on Jan.

"Hello there," Jean said, picking the now awake child up out of her bed to get a look at her. "My, aren't you big."

[spring_lost]

Jan giggled softly, reaching out to her. She was beaming. "Red," she mumbled, happily.

The noise, the sudden presence... Somewhere, Nate twigged.

[ihavenocodename]

"That's right," Jean replied, tapping her on the nose with a smile. "Just like you."

[spring_lost]

She let go of another delighted giggle, flailing happily.

The door opened.

"Jean--?"