He came back to himself with a start so violent he nearly lost his footing, sensation rushing to him all at once: the ground was cold and wet beneath his bare feet, rough concrete, there was rain in his eyes, he was shivering, blinking through the hazy dark... Oh.
“Mierda... ¿Dónde estoy?” Jesus glanced around the dark street as he mumbled to himself, before realizing that he wasn’t alone, although he was the only one who wasn’t wearing anything except ragged old sweats that were speckled with light rain. He must’ve been sleepwalking again, forgot to lock his door. Javier was gonna be so pissed when he found out. “Did you- wake me up?” he asked, squinting and trying to figure out why the man in front of him looked so familiar, while the street around him definitely did not.
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