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1: Blake sleeps peacefully in his bed.
2: His eyes open as he hears hiccuping from beside him.
Wilson: *hic*
3: He sighs.
Blake: *sigh*
4: A drunk Wilson has cuddled up to Blake’s back.
Wilson: *hic*
Blake: Wilson.
Wilson: Mmnngg Blakey. *hic*
Blake: Are you drunk?
Wilson: Uh huh…
Blake: Since when do you drink alone in the middle of the night? What’s wrong with you?
5: Blake puts his hand to his face.
Wilson: I *hic* miss Jesse.
Blake: Jesse was a monster.
Wilson: I know. But he was also a really god dom.
He’d *hic* push me around and *hic* tell me what to do and make me feel all small.
*hic* No one else does that for me.
6: Wilson quickly falls asleep.
Wilson: Zzzzz.
7: One eye shut, Blake stares into the distance.
Blake: Life sure would be easier if I were a gay diaper fetishist.
Hover text: drinking alone in the middle of the night is MY signature move