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Reaching for the bedside light, Felix’s brow furrowed, head dropping back into his pillow. What happened last night? His throat felt like sandpaper, and the harder he tried to remember the previous night the more difficult it became to gather his memories. A noise in his bedroom doorway caught his attention, and his head snapped up - the slight blurry outline of the other cleared, and he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back into his pillows. “Either get out or get in here and cuddle me, dude. Why are you still up so late?”









