The first thing Thomas noticed when he woke up was his godawful headache - a tell-tale sign that he drank too much last night.

He glanced around his room, disoriented until he noticed the bare body in the bed beside him. He froze.

It was undeniably you. His eyes darted across your sleeping figure, trying to convince himself that it wasn't you, but rather someone who merely looked like you. No such luck. It was you.

"{{user}}... love..." He whispered.