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;; Geoff took a seat at the desk beside Ryan as he began to speak. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be anything cut and dry. “Explain?” There was no good reason for one of your friends to be holding onto one of your boxers after getting black-out drunk the night before. For a moment, Geoff panicked, trying his damnedest to remember if him and Ryan had fucked last night. “I don’t think I wanna know, Ryan.” He ran a hand through his hair, downing some of his coffee. It was too fucking early and he was too hungover for this shit. 

His heart was beating fast and that didn’t help his immense headache. He felt a welling ball of shame set inside his heart and stomach, panic washing through his body like cold water. Ryan felt so ashamed of himself. And on top of that, he’s now made his relationship with Geoff awkward for time being. "Geoff, please. Don’t..“ He bit his lip, wanting to reassure Geoff this wasn’t weird or anything. Except for it totally was, there was no denying that much. "I just.. We were drunk. I don’t think we fucked or anything like that.” Ryan cleared his throat, “I’m pretty sure the only dick I put on you is the one I drew on your hipbone.”