“You don’t remember my name?” He asked, was he really certain that he met the younger at all? He paused before opening his eyes again to get a better look at him, something seemed…different.
“The name’s Alvin.” He finished, he tilted his head to the side, “Though…I could’ve sworn you were….” He trailed off, eh didn’t wanna sound like a dick saying the other wasn’t as timid the last time he met him.
“oh…oh g-goodness…” By the goddess, so he had done something?
Yet, when he tried to force the memories to the surface, all that could return was blurs and his lips bit down on the bottom. “W-well…you see…erm…” How to explain?
{ Maybe if I say I was drunk? That … that’d work, right? }
His eyes were quick to duck as fingers began fidgeting with a ring lightly, “I’m…I’m really sorry A-Alvin, but…I … m-might have been … just a bit drunk …” Worry was quickly capturing his chest, making it more difficult to leave. “…so…c-could you maybe…what…what did w-we do? If that’s not too much to ask, I mean.”
Green eyes looked up, a look, downcast, like a kitten that just got soaked in water and didn’t know what to do about it– “…I…d-didn’t hurt you, did I?”
