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[needs_somebody]

"Hey, is it ever this fucking hot in England?"

New York City in summer was just several degrees above hell. He wasn't sure if laying around in their apartment, or wondering around in the hot streets, reeking of too many smells and too many bodies.

Max had had a lot of issues with too many bodies lately. He stopped his brain before it went too far down that line.

Looking over at the other man, he tilted his head back so he could see him with the least amount of effort possible. A busted fan someone had bought somewhere blew air across his skin, but it wasn't doing much use. All the windows were open, and nobody else was home, but the sweat was still pooling between his bare back and the couch.

He couldn't wait for fall.

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[needs_somebody]

"Check under the dresser." He called from under the layers of the t-shirt he was pulling on.

He had no idea why it was there, but he was solidly certain he saw it last time he was crashed out on the floor. Then again he wasn't exactly in the state of the mind to be remembering things well last time he was crashed on the floor.

Tugging the shirt down over his stomach, he moved over to help Jude look.

"Any luck?"

[andmakeitbetter]

"Mmm. It's back there, yeah." The problem is, it's a bit further back than he would like it to be, so Jude's had to get down on hands and knees to try and reach it.

"It's back against the wall, can you try an' reach?"

[needs_somebody]

"Aw, geeze. Move, ya dirty limey."

He sprawled out on the floor next to him, laughing as he did, and groping down under the dresser, trying to navigate around Jude's body in the narrow space to get the tool.

"Holy shit, does this go to Narnia?" He scooted forward, his shirt hooking up as he wiggled up against it, before his fingers finally curled around it. "Got it...shit."

He grunted as his head made contact with the underside of the dresser.