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Post-Match Analysis
Howard flopped down onto his hotel bed, letting himself sink into the mattress, his eyes drifting closed. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, the thought of reaching his arm across to the light-switch was simply too much. Why do my arms even ache? I wasn’t running on my arms! But everything ached. And sleep seemed so welcoming. He turned his head slightly, yawning and, like a tired puppy, nuzzling his head against the pillows. But his blissful moment was cruelly interrupted by a knock on the door. A short, soft knock. But it sounded like an earthquake in Howard’s head.
“Fuck off!” he hollered sleepily, pulling a pillow over his face and then wincing as his biceps objected to the movement. The door opened and a harsh shaft of light invaded the room.
“Fuck off yourself, this is my room,” Jason’s voice penetrated through the pillow. Howard frowned slightly then pulled a corner of the pillow out of his face, leaning up slightly and just about making out Jason’s distinctive outline in the dark.
“How’d I get in then?” Howard mumbled, falling back against the mattress with a huffy sigh.
“I’ve been wondering that since the 90s,” Jason retorted, coming further into the room, dumping his keycard on the bedside table and then folding his arms.
“You can stop looking at me expectantly, I’m not fucking moving,” Howard said after a moment of Jason trying to stare him down. Jason rolled his eyes but duly walked around to the other side of the bed, flopping down beside Howard. Howard began to close his eyes again when suddenly the pillow was whipped away from his face.
“You can’t hog my room and my pillows you know!” Jason laughed and Howard pulled a face.
“You’ve been saying that since the 90s as well,” he teased.
“Don’t laugh old man or I’ll tell Gaz exactly how many muscles in your body are aching right now,” Jason warned him, giving him a slight nudge. Howard wrinkled his nose.
“How would you know how many muscles in my body are aching?” he protested. Jason didn’t reply right away. The pause made Howard frown slightly and he turned his head, watching Jason, who was staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. After a moment, Jason turned his head too, his eyes meeting Howard’s. He gave Howard a small, lopsided smile and shrugged.
“Coz I know you,” he replied.
“Fuck off!” he hollered sleepily, pulling a pillow over his face and then wincing as his biceps objected to the movement. The door opened and a harsh shaft of light invaded the room.
“Fuck off yourself, this is my room,” Jason’s voice penetrated through the pillow. Howard frowned slightly then pulled a corner of the pillow out of his face, leaning up slightly and just about making out Jason’s distinctive outline in the dark.
“How’d I get in then?” Howard mumbled, falling back against the mattress with a huffy sigh.
“I’ve been wondering that since the 90s,” Jason retorted, coming further into the room, dumping his keycard on the bedside table and then folding his arms.
“You can stop looking at me expectantly, I’m not fucking moving,” Howard said after a moment of Jason trying to stare him down. Jason rolled his eyes but duly walked around to the other side of the bed, flopping down beside Howard. Howard began to close his eyes again when suddenly the pillow was whipped away from his face.
“You can’t hog my room and my pillows you know!” Jason laughed and Howard pulled a face.
“You’ve been saying that since the 90s as well,” he teased.
“Don’t laugh old man or I’ll tell Gaz exactly how many muscles in your body are aching right now,” Jason warned him, giving him a slight nudge. Howard wrinkled his nose.
“How would you know how many muscles in my body are aching?” he protested. Jason didn’t reply right away. The pause made Howard frown slightly and he turned his head, watching Jason, who was staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. After a moment, Jason turned his head too, his eyes meeting Howard’s. He gave Howard a small, lopsided smile and shrugged.
“Coz I know you,” he replied.