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The bird outside his bedroom window decided when Rick awoke from his rough slumber, and the little animal happened to have picked 9:37 in the morning. Which was decent, he had a good eleven hours of energy built up now. Last night, he fell asleep at 10. He never got eleven hours, so even after his scolding and partial to a beating he was beyond satisfied with what amount of sleep he'd earned.

Well rested was the goal, but resting well was harder than resting an elbow against a tree stalk comfortably. He propped his head up with his hand against his pillow, and checked his phone. Shortly after scrolling through his few notifications, he decided that he'd already been through with his phone for now. Unplugging his little iPhone from the charger, he took his earbuds out of them and wrapped them around his phone. His ear hurt too much to be holding an earbud in it. He first wondered if Chris was up yet he didn't feel like sitting up to check. Was it weird to think of Chris first thing? Was it even weirder to want to check, and then to want to wait and see until he comes around? Pondering such processes and paths truly threw his own opinion of himself off, and he let out a soft sigh. Did it make sense to have these thoughts? Was he finally losing his mind, or was he nearly too close to finding some grasp of sanity? Was it really just simple interest in another human being who treated him as such?

Was his father still mad at him? Was he still in trouble? Was he bound to get in worse trouble for his delay in apology, this morning? As he skimmed briefly through these panicked thoughts, he felt for his water bottle. It'd clearly scooted away or been tossed off the bed after he fell asleep last night. Didn't help that he had nothing else to do other than question possibilities. The only way he could seek an answer to any of his questions was by getting up. Disappointingly, it being the last thing that he so desired to do.

Chris was up at the crack of dawn like he knew he would have been, awaiting Ricky's awakening. No question about it, (contrast to a smaller, paler male that happened to reside next door) and he wanted to check on Ricky over anything else he had to do today. Luckily, moments after almost getting up to go off to his bed, he caught a glimpse of the blue eyes that he'd missed.

"Hey Ricky. Good morning. How are you feeling from last night?" Chris' sweet voice slid through the hole in the wall and Rick stood in front of his door, in a pair of black boxers and a loose Rob Zombie t-shirt that was certainly too large on him. The only sight Chris had was his kneecaps, and his shins and calves. Didn't bother him, but didn't peak his interests. It only signified how skinny Rick really was. One bony motherfucker he was, and to be honest it scared Chris a little.

"Uhm, morning. I feel sick and my head generally hurts a lot." Rick groaned, running a hand through his tangled hair and pulling it back towards the crown of his head, stretching slightly. He was generally tense, and concerned about being heard especially considering how quiet the house was this early in the day.

Chris nodded and he stood up himself, he wasn't wearing pants or a shirt and Rick knew to expect that because most guys didn't like to sleep wearing clothing anyways. For some crazy reason, a lot of guys tended to run hotter to the touch than females and such. So when they went to bed under blankets of any sort, it tended to trap the heat and just make more sweat. The last thing that either of them wanted was to wake up drenched in sweat.

"I'm sorry I'm not of better help to you, I guarantee I would be if I was right there. Can I see what your father did to you? If it's still swollen, or if the ice happened to have helped to any degree?" Chris asked, still using his tender voice and he was walking further away from the door, looking to get his shirt and some big sweatpants. He adored the concept of comfortable sweatpants and a loose shirt. Considering how tall Chris was, he would buy extra large as his big and floaty type shirts. A necessary comfort item for days off or spent relaxing.

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