[ Thankfully it's not like Daniel sank into a sleep that's long enough to be practically like what one might sleep for at night - instead it's more like a nap, since the man does actually start stirring again after a while.
Granted, said 'while' is probably still an hour or two.. Sorry for letting you sit there like that with absolutely nothing to do the entire time, Robby..
Not that he realises it at first. No, when Daniel slowly and groggily opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, he thinks he's just in his own apartment. All of them look similar enough for him to not immediately realise it - not to mention that Daniel is a little bit distracted by the fact that his head is currently absolutely pounding, like there's a construction worker trapped inside of his head, jackhammering the place up.
It makes everything come back to him only in bits and pieces. He realises where the headache comes from when he thinks back on the bottle of sake. Hell, the decision to drink that is the one thing that is still clear in his mind, before his brain just runs into what feels like a wall blocking everything that happened afterwards. He was drinking, and-- and sitting at that grave that had mister Miyagi's name on it before, and..
.. what then? Daniel tries to think really hard, tries to break through the wall, and of course there's one thing that comes to his mind first.
Robby.
He doesn't even try to recall the rest of his memories properly. So there's no shame yet for his state, no fully remembering everything he technically forced the poor boy to do while caring for his drunken ass.. Instead he remembers Robby, the thought of the boy hitting him like a truck. Even though his body feels like it hurts all over, sore and aching, Daniel shoots up into a sitting position on the bed, suddenly on full alert. His head immediately turns, looking as if he's searching for something, though it doesn't take long for his gaze to fall on the boy next to the bed, the back of a head of familiar hair that Daniel finds himself staring at.
Daniel opens his mouth, a painful sound involuntarily coming out first, but then he manages, in a broken voice that sounds so raw and still not healed that it doesn't even sound like Daniel's own: ]
R-- Robby..
[ He's here. Robby is here.
It wasn't just something he made up in the middle of the haze. ]
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Granted, said 'while' is probably still an hour or two.. Sorry for letting you sit there like that with absolutely nothing to do the entire time, Robby..
Not that he realises it at first. No, when Daniel slowly and groggily opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, he thinks he's just in his own apartment. All of them look similar enough for him to not immediately realise it - not to mention that Daniel is a little bit distracted by the fact that his head is currently absolutely pounding, like there's a construction worker trapped inside of his head, jackhammering the place up.
It makes everything come back to him only in bits and pieces. He realises where the headache comes from when he thinks back on the bottle of sake. Hell, the decision to drink that is the one thing that is still clear in his mind, before his brain just runs into what feels like a wall blocking everything that happened afterwards. He was drinking, and-- and sitting at that grave that had mister Miyagi's name on it before, and..
.. what then? Daniel tries to think really hard, tries to break through the wall, and of course there's one thing that comes to his mind first.
Robby.
He doesn't even try to recall the rest of his memories properly. So there's no shame yet for his state, no fully remembering everything he technically forced the poor boy to do while caring for his drunken ass.. Instead he remembers Robby, the thought of the boy hitting him like a truck. Even though his body feels like it hurts all over, sore and aching, Daniel shoots up into a sitting position on the bed, suddenly on full alert. His head immediately turns, looking as if he's searching for something, though it doesn't take long for his gaze to fall on the boy next to the bed, the back of a head of familiar hair that Daniel finds himself staring at.
Daniel opens his mouth, a painful sound involuntarily coming out first, but then he manages, in a broken voice that sounds so raw and still not healed that it doesn't even sound like Daniel's own: ]
R-- Robby..
[ He's here. Robby is here.
It wasn't just something he made up in the middle of the haze. ]