Hartley rolled over onto his side, a complete lush from drinking too much earlier. His mind was racing and he was finding it hard to sleep in this terrible state. He hated drinking--well getting drunk rather, because he could never fall asleep the way he wanted. Tugging his shirt off obnoxiously and getting it halfway off, his back exposed with his arms and head covered, he laid there. There was shuffling in the room and a clearing of one's throat, then Hartley felt the bed shift as Joe came to. It was easy to pinpoint Joe, his gestures and movements was a dead give-away but more so his scent. It was a scent Hartley enjoyed, wanted to keep down in his lungs."Help me." Groaning from the right side, hands smoothing over his back as a rugged voice retorted. "No." Hartley could tell Joe was smiling, so he rolled over and managed to pull the shirt off over his head. He wanted to kiss Joe goodnight, even if he was being a lovable ass.