It was a sensation Bruce wasn't itching to get used to, waking up in a body that wasn't his, an unfamiliar bed, head throbbing like he'd had too much to drink the night before. As he lay there, eyes closed, still pulling himself that last little bit into consciousness, he realized he might have actually had too much to drink the night before. Not him, Bastian, but same difference. There was that feeling in his mouth that came from it, the desire to drink about a gallon of water, how the pounding in his head was sharp in that telltale way.
He opened an eye a little, wanting to know at least if he was in the same place as before. Not to be rude to his host, because he genuinely didn't mean it in that kind of way, but from what he'd gleaned about Bastian in his research the last time around he wouldn't have been surprised to be waking up somewhere different. He didn't think he was completely wrong since he was in the same room as before but, once again, not alone.
A man this time, which was different, and Bruce slipped out of bed as he had before, finding clothes and getting dressed as quietly as he could. That all got ruined immediately by the phone on the nightstand going off loudly, ringing a couple times before he managed to silence it.
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