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[recognize_an_opportunity]

[It's not like he's smug at all at the way Charlie's limping. Nope. This smug face is for entirely unrelated reasons. Finally, though, he's able to take off all of his clothes and toss them aside, then join Charlie on the bed -- although a little less floppily.]

It's just going to be a nap, Charlie. Two hours, at most.

[dowhatisays]

Like fuck it is. You're getting five hours, at least.

[Charlie drags himself over to half-flop across Meyer's chest, pinning him to the bed. Now no escape until sunrise, mwahaha.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I'm serious, I have...

[Oh. Well. If he's going to get flopped on, he's really powerless to resist it. And he is awfully tired. His eyes are drifting shut anyway.]

... things to do...

[dowhatisays]

[He lean in to give Meyer one last sloppy, uncoordinated kiss as he drifts off.]

Yeah, sure you dos.