best and worst.
this couldn’t possibly another morning after a heavy, crash influencing, daredevil inducing night. his butt hurts so he’s freaking out over the fact that it’s a guy with him in bed this time. he’s got to stop being depressed if this is gonna be the result each time. it’s a good friend too so while he waits for him to wake up, he sits and ponders, checking every pocket or anything possible spot in the room to remind him of what had transpired. he’s hoping there’s no drugs involved in any of this but besides his butt, his nose hurts too. everything aches, pretty much. for a moment, he thinks of his nurse friend and feels guilty for such irresponsible actions.
then he sits on the edge of the bed in defeat, hands pressed against his eyes that still stung, he fakes a whimper as he was frustrated by the fact he couldn’t remember anything. it seemed his feigned, lowly cries alerted the other male. he turns to face him, legs now sprawled on the plush of the mattress. “alright, let’s get this clear...” he trails off, eyes somehow evading his own. unbelievable. he was getting embarrassed over a male. he’s just hoping his cheeks didn’t reveal a blush or he would just have himself burned alive. “i’m not gay.” he points at himself, pausing once again before the words leave his mouth with hesitance. “are you...?”
