Wiley, with another request

"Liam, you awake?" came a voice. An annoying voice that grated at my very soul, waking me up just enough to know that I should be bothered. Bleary eyed and feeling very out of my mind, I looked up to see the rotund outline of Wiley, his phone in one hand and something I couldn't make out in the other, probably food for the fat bastard.

"Mrrrgh?" I managed back, struggling to focus. Wiley briefly gained the ability to float as he seemed to move around the room and briefly looked both eight feet tall and eight feet wide. Meanwhile I could barely consider myself alive thanks to what I realized in my very out of it state was too much medication, and too little fucking sleep.

"Sarah suggested that even with me as man of the house and in control, I needed to ask your permission first for something I'd like to do, make sure it wasn't too much. So, tell me it's okay to do what I want to do," Wiley said. I'd swear I dozed off halfway through, barely able to stay awake.

"Wha? What do?" I muttered back.

"Don't worry about that, she's waiting. Just say that it's fine and that I'm the boss and I'll let you go back to sleep," Wiley said, his phone held up as he seemed to be recording me for proof or something. That concern faded away at the mention of sleep. Back to sleep. Yes. More sleep. Need sleep. So fucking tired.

"Yeah's fine Wiley, you're bully remember? Do whaver," I grunted out, a snort immediately after as I dozed off again.

"Perfect, sweet dreams buddy," I heard him say as I crashed out again, losing track of reality and going back to my so desperately needed sleep.