[Between the final fight with Mother, the whole... Demiurge thing (that he is trying really hard not to think too much about), the party, and then breakfast with the team, Billy had been exhausted when they finally returned to New York. He'd barely had the energy to get his pajamas on before collapsing beneath the covers. And he's still certain that the punch was spiked, feeling a pleasantly unfamiliar tingling of the senses. He'd all but passed out with the hope that he wouldn't experience his first hangover right after finally working things out with his parents.
Speaking of parents, he really needed to call Wanda in the morning. ...Afternoon. There was no change he was going to wake up before noon.
Except that- noise, ugh-
It doesn't take much of Tommy's voice to stir him, even though he'd just barely gotten to sleep. He mumbles a resistant response and burrows a little, seeking out another body on the mattress beside him, and... oh. Right. Home. His eyes flicker open, blearily seeking the source of the noise, and he's surprised enough to find Tommy that it wakes him up the rest of the way.]
...that is an amazing username
Speaking of parents, he really needed to call Wanda in the morning. ...Afternoon. There was no change he was going to wake up before noon.
Except that- noise, ugh-
It doesn't take much of Tommy's voice to stir him, even though he'd just barely gotten to sleep. He mumbles a resistant response and burrows a little, seeking out another body on the mattress beside him, and... oh. Right. Home. His eyes flicker open, blearily seeking the source of the noise, and he's surprised enough to find Tommy that it wakes him up the rest of the way.]
...Tommy? What are you... what time is it?