The silence between them lingered, broken only by Callen's muffled groan as he shifted against the couch cushions. He lowered his arm from his eyes, squinting at Adrian through the dull throb of his hangover.
"…I remember drinking…"
Callen said hoarsely, his brow furrowed.
"Then… the engagement party. After that it's all just bits and pieces—noise, the door, Yu—"
He cut himself off with a sharp breath, eyes darting to Adrian as memory caught up with him.
"Oh God."
He muttered under his breath, running a hand down his face as if to scrub the thought away.
Adrian didn't tease him. He watched in silence, something measured and calculating in the set of his jaw.
"So…"
He said at last, voice low but not unkind.
"You do remember. This makes things easier."
Callen's lips pressed into a thin line.
"Enough to know I made an idiot of myself…"
He muttered. His gaze softened, betraying a flicker of something heavier—guilt, or maybe longing—before he shifted uncomfortably.
