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wendyisuncagedfrompeter |
“W-wha—-?”
Well, that was as awkward as awkward could get between the two of them; he hadn’t expected for Emma to stop by to pick up Henry for at least another few hours, and with Henry sleeping on his bed (given that the spare bed had broken down during one of their nerf gun shootout-games), Neal had taken to sleeping on the couch. Needless to say, when Emma had barged into his apartment after several knocks on the door that hadn’t woken the sleeping man, he had been sprawled on the couch in his underwear, a still half-filled bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of him.
He and Henry had stayed up late playing video games that night, so when he was finally able to go to sleep, Neal had slept the night -and a large part of the morning- away. However, when Emma spoke up, he sat up straight almost immediately, as though someone had just jolted him with high-voltage electricity.
“Emma, geez—-what time’s it?”
Pulling the blanket that he’d kicked aside in his sleep over his legs and part of his torso, Neal ran a hand through his hair, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the sleep-induced haze in front of his eyes. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him like this before, or with even less clothes on—-but with their current situation? This was inconvenient.
