[The evening has been as successful as any of these sorts of things usually are; copious amounts of alcohol consumed by all and Durham, having just returned from the northern Italy, is actually grateful he's been given the opportunity to slip away to his room at a decent hour.
He's been asleep properly for the last half an hour, light sleep stage skipped entirely thanks to the number of G&Ts he's had. It's a number conversely proportional to the number of hours sleep he had last night. He's been the wrong side of completely sober and tired for most of the evening and now his body has finally given in. Much as his late night visitor may be rating his stealthy entrance highly, Durham's out cold, a position he seldom finds himself in if only because he's staying in an hotel room tonight.
The faint sensation of an arm around his middle draws him no further from his slumber than into a sluggish sort of doze, consciousness still very much out of his reach for as long as Cambridge wishes to be strangely gentle. Not even the chill in his hand is coaxing the mnemokinetic from his dreams. Tonight, they are bizarre rather than unpleasant, memories of his trip to Italy featuring highly. It had been work rather than pleasure, and not of the Order variety, that had drawn him out to mainland Europe and though he's usually keen to return to green and grassy England, this time he's felt strangely numb.
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He's been asleep properly for the last half an hour, light sleep stage skipped entirely thanks to the number of G&Ts he's had. It's a number conversely proportional to the number of hours sleep he had last night. He's been the wrong side of completely sober and tired for most of the evening and now his body has finally given in. Much as his late night visitor may be rating his stealthy entrance highly, Durham's out cold, a position he seldom finds himself in if only because he's staying in an hotel room tonight.
The faint sensation of an arm around his middle draws him no further from his slumber than into a sluggish sort of doze, consciousness still very much out of his reach for as long as Cambridge wishes to be strangely gentle. Not even the chill in his hand is coaxing the mnemokinetic from his dreams. Tonight, they are bizarre rather than unpleasant, memories of his trip to Italy featuring highly. It had been work rather than pleasure, and not of the Order variety, that had drawn him out to mainland Europe and though he's usually keen to return to green and grassy England, this time he's felt strangely numb.