I'm Just Romantically Hopeless

How was your Valentines' Day, Mr. Kross?

I think it was the crash that was excruciating. 

It's ok. I managed to eat enough chocolate to be on a sugar high most of the day.

It’s, uh, one of those ‘hard to say’ things.

Well I'm here if you want to try saying them anyway.

isn’t that what the weekends are for?

Well I see those aren't working for you.

Just a little hungover. Nothing a little more alcohol won’t fix.

Hair of the dog? But won't that just make you more hungover tomorrow?

Partly wishing I could travel back in time and do the whole ‘get myself kicked out of George’s house' thing… I'd so not be in this mess if I had.

What happened?

I've been dead in bed for far to long. Zombie me is finally socializing.

Promise not to eat my brains, and I think the socializing thing can work out.

I work too hard.

Then take a mental health day... or week...

Fuck, thank God for aspirin.

You alright there?