She awoke with a jolt. He fell backwards and she sat bolt upright, biting her lip to hold back laughter, rather unsuccessfully.
"Shut up, Bolly," he grumbled.
"That's a first," she chuckled. "Too drunk to think of a smart-arse comment…"
"No, too concussed. That bloody hurt." He scrambled to his feet, holding his head high, as if repressing the memory of what had just happened and returning to his unflappable self.
"You're obviously tired. I'll, uhm… head back home…"
"No," she looked up, almost a pleading look in her eyes. "Stay. Please."
He sat next to her and put his arms around her as a single tear rolled down her blushed cheek. She quickly wiped it away, as she knew he would have no time for her 'like that'. She could feel his heart beating through his chest. She was sure it was getting faster too. She closed her eyes to let the moment engulf her, and listened to their breathing in sacred silence between them. His touch said it all.
After an indefinite amount of time, she realised that his grip had loosened and as she looked up, she saw that he had drifted off. She smiled as he exhaled softly with an uncharacteristic sigh. And then he ruined the moment with a manlier snort. Typical. She leant back onto his chest and began to breathe slower in time with the rise and fall of his torso. She began to fall asleep in his arms, happier than ever.