"Remember the night when we looked at paint chips for the diner? Well, remember how we both got really drunk and neither of us remembered anything about that night except the fact that we woke up both in your apartment? Well, since we weren't in the same bed, we figured nothing happened and just left it at that. I never told you this because I didn't want it to change our friendship, but once I got home, I started to remember that night more clearly. We had both gotten extremely drunk, which we were both reminded of the next morning. We both went up to your apartment, to get more beer, and I was walking around and I tripped and fell on your bed. You must have taken this as a sign, which I completely understand because neither of us were thinking straight. So, you lowered yourself on top of me and stared to kiss me. At first it was just on kiss, but it turned in something more, and well, we ended up having sex. Then, in the middle of the night I fell off the bed, you were in drunken sleep and so it didn't wake you up, so I just decided to spend the rest of the night on the couch. So, if you haven't already gotten the idea, what I'm trying to tell you, is that it's your baby Luke."