Date: 2015-08-11 05:09 am (UTC)
47redbirds: (from that cloud you're sitting on)
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He feels like shit.

He's been nodding off, though the majority of that after the first few hours wasn't the exhaustion but instead the drugs. He's splayed out on the bed, head buried underneath a pillow, laying on his stomach despite the hands in front of him--he doesn't control when or how he nods off, the oxy does.

He actually smells the food first instead of what he hears. His head jerks up, instinctively, the moment it registered just what the hell was happening. He's bleary, disoriented, and his shoulders are stiff but he's slept in a bed that was far more comfortable than his own and he's still riding that blissful high. It's dimmed somewhat, but it's still there. Enough that Mike can think clearly.

Or would, if he'd eaten in the past 24 hours. His hair is mussed, but his eyes are surprisingly clear for the usual red-rimmed addict's gaze. Almost immediately, his gaze shifts from the food to the shackle, hands darting for it instinctively even as Billy watches him.

It wasn't a dream.
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