A sound escaped Sawyer's mouth at the sight of a headless figure in his room and sitting on his bed. Startling him, making him step back. He squinted and moved his head forward, filling himself with bravery, only to realize it's Tom. Head down, backing him. "Damn it Tom." He took a deep breath and closed the distance between them. Rounding the bed. "What the hell?" His forehead creased, looking down at him. His fright made his hurting head hurt even more.
Tom looked up at him. Worried. Very worried. "I think we're in trouble." He knew they were in trouble. After last night. "Do you remember what happened?"
"Yeah." A little surprising after blacking out once. "If you remember, it was your idea."
Tom frowned. "And you went along with it. You're the older one. You're supposed to talk me ou
