[yes, it really is him. Curled up on his side with the blankets in a disastrous heap all around him and half on the floor, like he can't decide whether he's freezing or melting to death.
Though, judging by the way his fingers are tangled in his hair, head down and eyes scrunched closed--that seems to be the least of his troubles right now.]
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Though, judging by the way his fingers are tangled in his hair, head down and eyes scrunched closed--that seems to be the least of his troubles right now.]