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The morning sunlight is bright when Nick opens his eyes, far too bright to be pleasant, so he shuts them again and wishes he had the motivation to get up and close the curtains. He recalls last night dimly: a college party, drinking punch with a liberal amount of liquor mixed in, a party that he had no intention of attending but ended up getting dragged to by Tom–
Tom, who’s shifting awake on the bed next to him and whose arm is thrown lightly around Nick’s torso. He yawns before deciding to explain himself. “You were dead drunk, so I figured it’d be best if I stayed with you.” His voice is an octave lower than it usually is. “You don’t drink, so… you can’t take chances with these things, you know.” He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and with a touch of condensation that implies Nick lacks knowledge in the elegant art of consuming alcohol.
“That was my first time getting– like that,” Nick admits shamefacedly. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have…”
Tom laughs, shifting his hand up to pat Nick’s cheek sympathetically. “Not bad for your first time, Shakespeare.”