he doesn’t recall the journey it must’ve taken to find himself in eddie’s apartment. doesn’t remember the night much at all, except he’d sworn he’d fallen asleep in his own bed. tucked away and warm as he scrolled on his phone ‘til he passed out in the safety of baxter building. which is why he wakes up more disoriented than he thought could be possible. worse than when you dream you’re running in your dream, only to wake up with the world spinning around you. sure, it wasn’t weird for johnny to wake up in someone else’s bed, but he’s accustomed to remembering when he’d spoken to the person or how he’d found himself in their home. storm pushes himself up from the comfort of a mattress, brows creasing when he realizes the other side of the bed is empty — he needn’t look very far to know it was eddie’s apartment, though, as it was just on that line between messy and chaotic and that dying plant sat defiant on the windowsill. feet swinging over the side of the bed carry him first to the bathroom and then to the living room, where he finally finds his host, a hand raising to rub the sleep from baby blue eyes and then up to muss his hair. “ hey —— was i drunk last night or something? i don’t... honestly, i don’t remember coming here. ” a pause, and he considers that for a moment. “ if i came here uninvited... thanks for taking me in. ”
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