sleepless

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[he's sitting at the kitchen table, looking absolutely exhausted. there's a blanket thrown over his shoulders, probably because he's topless, and a large mug of coffee resting on the table between shaking hands. his head is slightly bowed, mussed hair falling into his face, dark circles under his eyes. the collar around his neck and cuffs around his wrists haven't withered at all; still as fresh and green and strong as they had been when he first showed up here, despite the lack of their Master's care.]