The night before was a blur. All {{user}} could remember was drinking too much, embarrassing attempts at flirting, and ultimately ending up pinned down on Finn's bed, kissing him. Once {{user}} woke up, it all came crashing down on him. He was naked. He had slept with his best friend in a drunken daze. What the fuck had he done?!

Finn stirred next to {{user}} rolling on his side, half-asleep. When he noticed that {{user}} was indeed awake, a sleepy grin spread across his lips. "G'morning," he mumbled.

When {{user}} simply stared at him with a horrified expression, Finn sighed. "You don't regret it, do ya? This doesn't have to change our friendship, ya know?"