There's a minute of stillness, and then hands grab the back of Ennis' shirt and hoist him to his stumbling feet before he gets pushed onto something a hell of a lot softer than the floor. The hands leave, and there's the ghost of someone in a white undershirt who goes to close the door, swearing softly to himself.
The door closes, and the hands are back, pulling off Ennis' boots and tossing them to one side, and then they leave again, apparently uncaring whether Ennis passes out in his jeans and workshirt or not. There's a creak as the bed dips to Ennis' side, where Jack sits slouched over, rubbing the heel of his hand into his eyes.
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:26 pm (UTC)The door closes, and the hands are back, pulling off Ennis' boots and tossing them to one side, and then they leave again, apparently uncaring whether Ennis passes out in his jeans and workshirt or not. There's a creak as the bed dips to Ennis' side, where Jack sits slouched over, rubbing the heel of his hand into his eyes.