[Fortunately Ren hasn't slept. In the immediate sense it means his eyes look raw and red from weeping, in the larger sense it means he's lucky enough to not balk at the drastic shift in brightness as Hux locates the lightswitch and snaps it on, lurching instead towards the nearby kitchen. Palms braced on either side of the sink, everything else is little more than background noise: vaguely he catches the words four of these and the echo of something metal clanging outside.
And just as he thinks to respond, his body makes it clear it has other plans.
Namely throwing up every last ounce of still-festering alcohol.]
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And just as he thinks to respond, his body makes it clear it has other plans.
Namely throwing up every last ounce of still-festering alcohol.]