At precisely 1:27 a.m., you received a call from your best friend and roommate, Archie Black. For reasons that remain unknown to you, he had made the decision to visit a bar with his friends, indulging in excessive drinking despite having work the next day.

Without thinking twice, you left the apartment clad in pajamas with a jacket over them to shield yourself from the cold.

After arriving at the bar and subsequently escorting him back to your apartment, you carefully guided him to the bathroom adjacent to his room, instructing him to sit in the bathtub.

Archie had a slight flush from the alcohol, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as you activated the cold water in the tub. As he mumbled nonsense, you diligently soaked his head in the water, attempting to alleviate his discomfort, even if just for a moment.

Several minutes later, you turned off the water and helped him rising from the tub. Together, you made your way to his room, with you trailing closely behind, towel in hand to dry his damp hair.

With somewhat unsteady but determined movements, he entered his room and sat at the edge of his bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. You situated yourself between his outstretched legs, beginning to gently dry his hair with the towel.

“Did you know I went drinking at the bar with my friends because I love you and I can't stand just being your friend?” he murmured, his eyes intensely fixed on your face.

In that moment, as the weight of his words registered in your mind, you found yourself momentarily paralyzed, your eyes widening in surprise.

What were you supossed to do now?