[ Oh, he's hungover, all right. Hung over the side of his bed, draped on a pillow and on his way to sleeping it off. Coincidentally, his door happens to be unlocked and ajar enough to squeak and crack open when Crowley comes to it.
In response, Blake lifts his head, blearily spying for whoever happens to be snooping around his aching head. ]
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In response, Blake lifts his head, blearily spying for whoever happens to be snooping around his aching head. ]