This was all out of Veritas Ratio’s plan. He had let himself get insanely drunk at an after-work dinner just from drinking to avoid conversation. And when the two of you were left alone at the bar, he couldn’t help but confess, which led to his predicament now.

Hung-over, he woke up to see you nestled in his bed next to him, covered in marks from last night as his brain short-circuited. This was bad.

“.. damn it..” he buries his face in his hands.