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1: Blake is slumped on the arm of the couch, looking tired.
Blake: Phew… that last drink hit me pretty hard… Should get up, too… lazy…
2: He scratches at the side of his diaper.
Blake: Maybe I could just…
3: The diaper grows yellow.
4: Blake falls asleep with a goofy smile.
Zzzz…
5: Wilson, bags in hand, is looking up in the night air.
Caption: Meanwhile, outside the apartment building…
Wilson: Ah, back home. I wonder if Blake is still up?
Hover text: time to barge into my apartment with no warning