"You fainted."
Matthew wakes up blinking, feeling like someone shoved his head through a blender and then sprinkled it with salt. Something warm is running down his nose and a blurry face is really close to his. What the hell happened last night? He vaguely of remembers strobe lights, tequila and the warm welcoming embrace of concrete; in the back of his mind Alfred's voice tells him to be careful and not to get lost.
His train of thought is interrupted by a gentle slap and the face in front of him slowly comes into focus. Matthew groans and looks away from Tino's distinctly amused gaze because he's sure he really doesn't want to be awake right now.
"Come on, Matthew." Wait, it's still dark out? How long was he even out? Tino sighs and seemingly reads his mind. "You got drunk with Denmark - always a bad idea - and then you passed out on the street literally right in front of us."
Right. That explains the low murmurs of languages he doesn't understand in the background and the ache all over his body. Matthew groans and closes his eyes.
"Who's idea was the tequila?"
"Mathias'," Tino says happily and Matthew sort of wants to kill him.
"I should get up."
"Yes, you should." The Finn shows no mercy and when Matthew hesitantly accepts his outstretched hand he is pulled up from the ground so abruptly he thinks he might just faint again. Tino places a warm hand at the small of his back and waits for him to get steady, Matthew wishes the ground would swallow him up because this is not like him at all and it's all probably somehow Alfred's fault for suggesting he go drinking with the Nordic pals instead of staying at home like always.
"Come on back to my place, you can sober up there." Matthew tries his hardest to make a sound that is somewhat grateful, but something tells him he might have to wait with the politeness until the world stops spinning so much.
"Who knows, we might even get back to flirting," Tino adds and suddenly Matthew doesn't know if the spinning is due to the alcohol or what Tino just said. When he shoots a look in the Finn's direction that is part 'deer in the headlights' and part 'are you shitting me?' the Finn only grins.