Ben groaned as he was jostled from the side, and he twisted to the side to move from whatever it was that had decided to pester him during possibly the worst migraine of his life. His eyes blinked open slowly, brain taking just moments to catch up to exactly what was happening and he sat up, the pillow falling down his back from his sudden partially vertical position. "Fuck," he bit out, hands going to press hard against the sides of his head in a futile attempt at stopping the pain and the swimming of his vision. He looked behind him to where he'd heard a voice and came face to face with a man he couldn't seem to place. He sat staring at him for a long moment, taking in the unruly smattering of curly sitting on top of his head and the boxers that seemed to be just barely clinging to his slim hips, the fact that he had nothing else on. "Sorry, God, sorry, yeah, this definitely isn't my apartment, huh?" He asked, giving a nervous grin to the man who was still standing to the side of the bed just looking at him. "Yeah, I should get out of your bed, you probably want me gone. Yeah, I'll just," he said, pulling the blankets free from himself, his head pounding ever few seconds as he gingerly pulled himself out of the covers. He sat down cross-legged in the spot he'd managed to clear, his head in his hands as he tried to control his stomach that was currently roiling. "Sorry, head's really killing me, the rooms spinning a bit," he explained, hoping the man would allow him a moment to make sure we would throw up whatever was still in his stomach. He finally stood up, blinking his burning eyes as he attempted to right himself. It took him a little while to realise he was just standing there staring at the underwear the man had on. "Uh, those are mine," he stated dumbly before shaking his head, realising his wasn't all that fond of the thought of putting them back on after they'd been on someone else. "But that's okay, that would be rude of me, to demand those back? You can figure out what to do with them, right?" He asked, running a hand through his hair, finding it still in the low bun he'd put it in the night before, though the shorter hairs that always came loose were swaying in his face. He searched around for his pants, finding them and the rest of his clothes scattered around the end of the bed. "But, do you have any Advil?" He asked, pulling his pants on and hurriedly fastening them, putting his dress shirt on and beginning to button it up.
August 5th, 2015 at 06:35am