Waking up typically took Everett a great deal of effort. Especially when he was exhausted. Jacob's insistence started to cause him to stir, and though he hadn't entirely registered who it was he figured it was one of them. But then there were more hands on him, and another mouth and he was startled slightly, tugged faster towards the surface of consciousness.
"What is going on?" he asked, his voice groggy as he tried to lift his head a little bit and figure out what the two of them were doing to him.
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