Tyler's Room, Sunday Morning

[not_ironmaiden]

Tony was... hung over. The kind where moving wasn't going to happen anytime soon, thank you very much. He hadn't had something this bad in far too long. Normally he knew his limits, but last night...

Oh, the singing.

And then coming to see Tyler and he was almost certain if he opened his eyes something bad would happen.

[[For that guy there]]

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[tyler_back]

Tyler was wide awake, and he was pretending he wasn't by lying as still as he could, eyes trained on his ceiling.

He'd said something dumb last night. Tony had been too drunk to care. Maybe he'd be too drunk to remember; maybe not. Either way, he wasn't going to solve anything by getting up.

There was a crack right over his closet that looked just like a capital K.

[not_ironmaiden]

"I think I may be sick," Tony informed him calmly. "I don't think I've been this hung over since..."

He couldn't remember.

"A very long time."

[tyler_back]

"I probably have some painkillers in the bathroom," Tyler said. He shifted his eyes over so he could see Tony's profile, but didn't turn. "Want those and some water for a start?"

[not_ironmaiden]

"Water." Tony attempted to nod, but thought better of it.