Echo put his shirt back on
“…it’s not your fault. We were drunk.”
“… Oh no, it’s my fucking fault. I offered for you to come, gave you the stuff to get that fucking drunk, and now I fucking came inside you-, FUCK-“
“…fine. Just let me figure out what happened to determine just how embarrassed I should be.”
“… Knowing me, your gonna need to get buckets able to hold 2-tons worth of your level of embarrassment.”
“shit… where do you keep cups, I need water!”
“.. Top cabinet to the very left, fuuuuuuuck-“
“what… what is it?”
“… I’m just-, so sorry-, I must’ve messed up your uh.. well you know, like what the hell am I even saying at this point…”
“can we not talk about the… you know.”
“… Yeah, yeah.. listen im-, gonna go to the bathroom, I have a fucking headache..”
