“You’re still up?” he asks in a groggy voice, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his palm. He leans against the wall by the doorway to the balcony with his arms crossed over his chest, icey blue eyes trying to adjust to his surroundings. He’s just in a robe and boxers, his hair let down and his blindfold off. “It’s almost 3:00am, baby. You should get some rest. It’s weekend, you know?”
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