"Clearly it was the décor," Chase joked because it didn't look particularly masculine or even remotely bachelor-like, so Alex either had really girly tastes or he hadn't done any decorating to put his own stamp on the place since he bought it. "C'mon, we'll take it slow. Then I can make sure you get up there safely without passing out on me. I'm not leaving until I at least get the fluids hooked up to you."

He smirked again. "You're going to have to make me, because I'm not going anywhere yet." He didn't continue until they were upstairs and Alex was gingerly climbing back into his messy bed that he probably hadn't been very far away from in the last day or so. He sat down on the side of the bed and chewed on his lip before he finally continued. "I don't want to make the same fuck-ups I did in the past. Starting with letting a good thing just pass me by for a bunch of stupid reasons that make no sense because I'm scared of commitment, or change, or sacrificing shit for the unknown. Whatever happened, it happened for a reason, and when you're feeling better, I think we should talk about that. Because I'm getting too fucking old to just palm things off as nothing anymore. Maybe what happened happened because we both wanted it to. Now get your arse out for me so I can give you something to help with the puking."