"It's okay, just a nasty hangover, don't move, I'll be back with a boosted painkiller in a minute!" The man whose arm was around me went away, and I was surprised by his unusual surge of kindness as soon as I recognized his voice. With the last remnants of sleepiness chased away by my headache, memories of the night before came to shed some light on his odd behaviour. While I was brooding, my "best friend"* (*I guess the right term would now be "friends with benefits"? Or something more?) returned with the life-saving medicine. After a while, when I was finally over with my morning routine, we both sat on the kitchen bench to partake on some coffee and snacks and address the elephant in the room.
