Clinking and clanking coming from a different room slowly woke Lane up from his sleep. He groaned, adjusting his position from uncomfortable to… just uncomfortable, but still trying to cling to his sweet dreams, despite the discomfort. However, when his nose picked up on the scents that were even sweeter than his dreams, his lashes fluttered, and his eyelids finally parted, albeit unwillingly. He lifted his head, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still sticky with sleep…
It was still bright outside, but the sky was already tinted orange from the sunset, the last rays of daylight sneaking into the room through the large balcony windows. Lane was sitting on the pillow in the living room of Damien's apartment. In front of him, there was the coffee table, with notes and the open laptop spread around.
