[ the bed was looking comfortable. then again, a sheet on the floor would have looked comfortable by this point. jesse was drunk, tired, cold, and thoroughly regretting having texted anyone in the first place.
he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
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he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]