Greg awoke when the large, warm, human-like something he had comfortably wedged himself against suddenly detatched itself from him. He groaned aloud, not daring to open his eyes, and he rolled over in the bed to where it should have been, noting vaguely that he was getting himself really tangled in the sheets. To remedy this, Greg thought it best to continue rolling in the same direction, until he fell off the bed with a dull thud and a muffled yelp.
Nick tried to keep from laughing, but snorted instead. He walked up to where Greg was now laying on the floor and grabbed some of the blanket, pulling on it. "Are you okay, Greg?"
"Whatthefuck?" Greg mumbled, wrestling with the blanket. (The blanket was winning.) "Whatthefu-" But he paused, having finally opened his eyes and noticing the set of bare feet standing before him.
"Nick? Nick." Greg was about to ask him, 'When did you get here?' when a vague recollection of the night before rolled over him. He remembered being drunk, being on the couch with Nick, being in bed with Nick.
He frowned up at the Texan, squinting his eyes from the sunlight. "Did we...?"
"Did we..." Nick frowned trying to figure out what Greg meant. It dawned on him, and he grinned. "Greg, if we did, you would have remembered." He pulled the blanket off of him and tossed it onto the bed.
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He walked up to where Greg was now laying on the floor and grabbed some of the blanket, pulling on it.
"Are you okay, Greg?"
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"Nick? Nick." Greg was about to ask him, 'When did you get here?' when a vague recollection of the night before rolled over him. He remembered being drunk, being on the couch with Nick, being in bed with Nick.
He frowned up at the Texan, squinting his eyes from the sunlight. "Did we...?"
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It dawned on him, and he grinned.
"Greg, if we did, you would have remembered." He pulled the blanket off of him and tossed it onto the bed.
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