He'd been dozing off, finally, but the rap at the door jerks him awake. Damocles barks twice before Ryan's able to hush him. Now whoever's out there knows he's here. They're going to have to work on that.
"Coming," he calls to the door grumpily, shoving covers aside and grabbing a pair of sweatpants. He debates grabbing his gun, but decides that's a bit too paranoid even for him.
But he still stands to one side of the door when he asks, "Who is it?"
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Date: 2009-03-03 04:16 am (UTC)"Coming," he calls to the door grumpily, shoving covers aside and grabbing a pair of sweatpants. He debates grabbing his gun, but decides that's a bit too paranoid even for him.
But he still stands to one side of the door when he asks, "Who is it?"