But he's aching in so many places, even his hair hurts; his head may as well be full of stagnant water, with Bill's voice filtering through all blurred and echo-y; and the couch is so damn comfortable, he can't keep his eyes open.
He drifts, sailing far above a busy battlefield, with an endless supply of grenades and Diana's quiet encouragement in his ear. Somewhere, a beanpole cyclops in heels is singing.
"A mess, Bill," he mumbles. "Get in the Lost and — "
Found is on his tongue, but doesn't quite make it past his cracked lips before he gives in, sinking fast and hard.
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Date: 2012-02-27 08:39 pm (UTC)He really is.
But he's aching in so many places, even his hair hurts; his head may as well be full of stagnant water, with Bill's voice filtering through all blurred and echo-y; and the couch is so damn comfortable, he can't keep his eyes open.
He drifts, sailing far above a busy battlefield, with an endless supply of grenades and Diana's quiet encouragement in his ear. Somewhere, a beanpole cyclops in heels is singing.
"A mess, Bill," he mumbles. "Get in the Lost and — "
Found is on his tongue, but doesn't quite make it past his cracked lips before he gives in, sinking fast and hard.