when rob leaves, he rolls over into his empty spot — it’s warmer. a few minutes after that he wakes, hit with the dizzying sensation of being in an unfamiliar bed without knowing why. after a few seconds he remembers, but doesn’t make any move to get up.
after a few minutes he glances around & finds the note; the answer to a question he’d been too fuzzy to ask. he’s a morning person naturally, but his sleeping schedule is jacked — it’ll take more than a night of good sleep to set his internal clock right. he’d go back to sleep but doesn’t want to risk the headache — the fogginess’ll clear in a few moments, and until then he’ll just grab his phone & check twitter.
❝ yeah, alright. take care of yourself, love. i know. of course. okay. love you, too. bye. ❞
he pads into the room as he's saying goodbye to an almost frantic macey. when he swipes his thumb across the screen to terminate the call, he heaves a heavy sigh. all he wants is to sleep in one day with getting a call from his sister-in-law about how she doesn't know what to do with the boys anymore not that ryan's gone.
rob shuffles, half-limps to the bed and takes a seat on the edge, scrubbing at his face and feeling his stubble rub coarse against his palms. he looks down at laurence and smiles tiredly.
❝ comfortable, gorgeous? ❞