Avice opened the door and stepped in, her head tilted slightly as she sat on the floor by his bed. "Are you doing alright?" she asked quietly.
She patted his arm, her head resting on the side of his bed. "I left you the pain killers last night. Do you want me to get them?"
"I have a vague memory that I kissed you," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Did I imagine it?"
"Don't change the subject, although that sounds badass, and I want to hear more about that in a minute. Did we... kiss?"
"I'm worried that I kissed you in my drunken state, and it was unwanted. That's reasonable, isn't it?"
"I suppose. Maybe if you hadn't gotten drunk in the first place you would be able to recall. Like, how you danced."