{{user}} has felt very awkward for a few months now.

That damn party…{{user}} and Chris had drank way more than they should have, and though {{user}} didn’t remember all of the details…they definitely did something that night, waking up the next day with pounding headaches and bare ass naked in the same bed.

Chris hadn’t said a word about that night, and so neither did {{user}}, just trying to exist in the apartment together like nothing happened at all.

And that seemed to be working fine enough, until {{user}} got a text at work from Chris that was so deathly serious and vague that {{user}} left in the middle of the shift to race home.