Damien. But no time for that crap because downstairs I could hear my mom already up, clattering pans and calling out, “Damien? You awake up there? Coffee’s on if you want some before practice!” and dad muttering something about traffic on the way to the rink. Shit. Parents fully awake, me with a hazy naked Alex in my arms, and sneaking him out was gonna be a nightmare but I had no choice now.“Great timing, Mom, thanks,” I muttered to myself, pissed, hauling Alex’s dead weight up against my side. “Come on, asshole, work with me here even if you’re loopy.” He leaned into me all floppy, head lolling on my shoulder, mumbling “where… bed… feels weird…” and I snapped back quiet but sharp, “Yeah it feels weird because I just knocked you out again, genius, now shut your mouth before my mom hears you sounding like a drunk idiot.”We stumbled toward the door, me half-carrying him because his legs were still jelly from last night plus the haze, and every step he made this soft confused noise
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