Nick wakes when he feels the stirring next to him. He's always been a light sleeper. A lifetime of rough life can do that, even a short one so far. He grumbles lightly, starting to shift, to feel a something next to him. A warm something. A feathery something.
He automatically fumbles over to the bedside table. No handcuffs there.
"Oh fuck."
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