Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Michael smiled at Story's answer. "Here, grease cures hangovers." He chuckled passing her the plate of bacon, which she greedily ate half the plate. Michael hadn't minded though, he himself was not hung-over or hungry, so he just sat there while she ate. "Here these will help too." He said a few minutes after watching her, handed her a few Advil and some milk. She smiled at him and thanked him. "How'd I get here? I don't remember anything." She giggled taking the pills. He laughed and said, "I don't know, you just kinda came by out of nowhere." He didn't want to tell her what had happened if she didn't remember it.

If she didn't remember, he thought, he'd still be okay with it.