His hand takes the milkshake taking one sip first before heading in the direction of the kitchen. It's slow going but he gets there finally, gripping the chair with a white-knuckled fist and slowly lowering himself down. He's grateful that he's stuck the landing and not tumbled right over the chair instead. ]
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[He knows he looks like hell.
His hand takes the milkshake taking one sip first before heading in the direction of the kitchen. It's slow going but he gets there finally, gripping the chair with a white-knuckled fist and slowly lowering himself down. He's grateful that he's stuck the landing and not tumbled right over the chair instead. ]
Heard you took a long nap?