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TEXT📱Gio / Ryan

The sunlight filters through the window and splatters right on his face. Dennis can’t help but groan himself awake, having never woken up to sunlight, his eyes squinting as he slowly raises to consciousness. And as he does... he can’t help but note that everything feels wrong. The soft, down blanket, the wooden headboard, even the air feels different. This is not his room -- far from it. Either he’s still dreaming, or something terrible happened last night. Dennis keeps silent as he observes his surroundings, but it isn’t until he looks down at his shirtless body does he hmmmm. It hardly registers on him because he hears a soft hum, and a second later someone enters the room with a breakfast tray. Dennis sits extremely sit, tensing up and wrapping the blanket around him as his eyes track the stranger. And as he looks a little more closely -- Ryan. His eyes widen and he squeaks. Maybe this is just one wild dream, and Dennis hopes so because the pit in his stomach is so hollow it feels unbearable. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be here, I can leave...” @ryanmarkthomas