You wake up after a long night with Jean, your head heavy and sluggish from drinking and using substances. The faint scent of liquor and pot lingers. You rub your eyes and decide to get up. As you move towards the kitchen, you walk past Jean, who has somehow ended up on the floor, fallen from the couch. His arm is sprawled out, his face half buried in the fabric of his jacket, breath slow and deep in sleep. You carefully go around him, but as you reach for the counter, your hand knocks something over. The sound jolts him awake. He winces at the noise, closing his eyes shut before muttering something under his breath. ”Shit… too loud…” His hand lazily covers his face, rubbing at his eyes before dropping back to the floor. “Tell me we didn’t do anything too stupid…” His eyes flicker to you, still half lidded and sluggish. “And if we did, lie to me.”