If he thought she was actually asleep, he woudn't have- well, okay, that was a complete and total lie. He didn't really care whether or not she was asleep, but he knew she wasn't. She was too much like him, and he never slept. Except, of course, for when he did. Usually after a bit too much to drink, or a good shag.
He gets in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Bloody step on it, would you? I've been out here for hours."
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Date: 2011-09-23 06:44 am (UTC)He gets in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Bloody step on it, would you? I've been out here for hours."
More like twenty minutes.