"Do you not remember anything from last night?" he asked, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. As he affectionately tousled your hair, he handed you a warm cup of coffee. You had just woken up, clearly bearing the signs of a hangover—similar to him, although he seemed to handle it with more ease.

"If you have a headache, I think I have some aspirin somewhere," he offered, settling himself beside you and taking a deep breath. He knew he had to address the events from the previous night; it wouldn't be fair to leave them unspoken. Although both of you were under the influence, fortunately for you, he was a responsible guy.

"Drink your coffee first, and when your hangover’s a little less intense, I'll explain everything from last night," he reassured you.