Wake up, hun. //i don't know what i'm doing. sue me.
SEND “WAKE UP, HUN,” AND MY CHARACTER WILL REACT TO WAKING UP, HUNGOVER, IN A VEGAS HOTEL ROOM WITH YOURS, WEDDING BANDS AROUND EACH OUR FINGERS.
Face screwing up, a hand stretched out and pushed his body over so that he now faced the voice which had pulled him from his sleep. A low groan fell from his lips, palm rubbing at irritated and tired eyes. Contacts weren't in, eyes were watering, head pounding. He was hungover, quite badly at that.
A lazy grin pulled at his lips as he realised his legs were tangled n white sheets, warmth of another's body right next to his -- well, if that had managed to have a good night, then he would give little complaint about the hangover. Eyes finally opening he reached out to Jamie, fingertips barely making contact with his skin when he froze, eyes widening as his attention shifted to his fingers. Or rather, one finger in particular.
Feeling his heart rate increase and breathing quicken, he quickly grabbed the younger man's hand and felt for the band, pulling his fingers into view as if he couldn't believe his own sense of touch.
"-- What," was all he managed to say, voice a murmur which was filled with shock, eyes darting between their rings. Did they really....? "Are we...?"
