[ Jesse is in a deep, heavy sleep. He hasn't been sleeping much - he can't sleep a lot of the time, all the shit trapped in his head won't let him - but whenever he finally does manage to, it's a profound and exhausted sleep. Curled up on his stomach, the side of his face buried into the pillow. It makes him look small and vulnerable.
He doesn't hear the rumble of the heavy, industrial door being rolled open. He's completely unaware of anyone standing over him. Until there's a hand suddenly shaking him awake.
It startles him out of dreamless sleep, and he snaps his eyes open to look up. His exhausted brain is expecting to see Mike there. He's taken utterly by surprise to see Andyr standing over him instead. Jesse's bedroom smells of stale cigarette smoke, spray paint, trash, filth - a disturbing insight into Jesse's state of mind, really. With a sigh, Jesse rolls slowly onto his side and his back, and he's half expecting Andyr to drag his ass out of bed the way he'd dragged Jesse out of the club.
But the look on Andyr's face is nothing like how he'd looked in the club. If anything, Andyr looks... Well, a small frown of concern furrows on Jesse's brow despite himself, and he wearily props himself up onto his elbows. ]
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He doesn't hear the rumble of the heavy, industrial door being rolled open. He's completely unaware of anyone standing over him. Until there's a hand suddenly shaking him awake.
It startles him out of dreamless sleep, and he snaps his eyes open to look up. His exhausted brain is expecting to see Mike there. He's taken utterly by surprise to see Andyr standing over him instead. Jesse's bedroom smells of stale cigarette smoke, spray paint, trash, filth - a disturbing insight into Jesse's state of mind, really. With a sigh, Jesse rolls slowly onto his side and his back, and he's half expecting Andyr to drag his ass out of bed the way he'd dragged Jesse out of the club.
But the look on Andyr's face is nothing like how he'd looked in the club. If anything, Andyr looks... Well, a small frown of concern furrows on Jesse's brow despite himself, and he wearily props himself up onto his elbows. ]
Hey. Everything okay, man?