#me for four months: boy these words aint wordin like i want them to

[mainevcnt]

@viceprone​

the sound of the television blaring from down the hall pulls him from sleep with a grumble. head pounding from last night's bender, shawn makes a desperate attempt to muffle the sound by pulling a pillow over his head, pressed tight against his ears as if it might help. he didn't remember leaving the goddamn thing on before he went to bed -- actually, he didn't remember a whole lot after pouring himself into a cab after leaving the bar, but he's almost certain he didn't make a pit stop to put on fucking looney tunes before passing out.

... and that's when it clicks.

jimmy had left him at some point during the evening, tossing a hasty, "shawnie, i got somethin' for us! i'll be back in a bit, don't worry!", over the music before disappearing. famous last words that he naively believed, and now he was paying for it. squeezing his eyes tight, he gives it a few minutes for the pounding in his head to subside before finally shoving himself out from under the covers.

grabbing last night's jeans from where they'd landed in a heap on the floor, he pulls them up over his hips, the heavy belt buckle left dangling as he yanks open the door to the bedroom. stomping down the hall, shawn is already swearing out loud, promising to rip jimmy a new one... until glass crunching beneath his feet stops him in his tracks. ah, shit.

following the trail of destruction to the figure lying crumpled up in the middle of his living room floor, shawn holds his breath as he tiptoes around the broken pieces of his coffee table. panic burns hot in his chest, trying to assess the damage, wondering what the fuck jimmy had gotten himself into this time... wondering if he was even still breathing, and he carefully kneels down next to him. a hand reaches out to touch jimmy's back, and he sighs in relief to feel the slow rise and fall. good. he could work with that.

"jimmy. jim. james, you motherfucker." his touch is gentle as he lifts jimmy's head off the floor, careful as he guides it into his lap. "wake up, idiot."