[A scattering of pills and open sleeve of plain crackers litter the night table. His suit jacket hangs off the back of a chair unlike his cravat, which has wound up at the foot of the bed. The cardboard box of Ed’s things remains a tripping hazard in the middle of the room like it has for the last month. He has given up on tidying up much in the way he has given up on himself, sleeping long hours in his day clothes, more often than not. No vomit on his shirt and waistcoat this time, at least. Only sticky blotches of wine.
Sunlight slants in, piercing his eye and the soft, throbbing tissues of his brain. He flinches from it, burrowing deeper under his blanket with a miserable groan.]
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Date: 2025-01-03 08:56 pm (UTC)Sunlight slants in, piercing his eye and the soft, throbbing tissues of his brain. He flinches from it, burrowing deeper under his blanket with a miserable groan.]