text: "Letter." wwx sits up slowly. "Ugh. Right, yeah, Hanguang-Jun usually leaves a letter. Is there one on the table?"
  
  lwj starts to get out of bed, hesitates, then moves a little slower.
  
  "You sore too?" wwx teases. "Was it also good for you?"
  
  "Shut up," lwj hisses.