Phil's POV
I was at a party with Dan. He had more than a enough drinks. He was stumbling all over the place. I walked over to him.
"Dan, it's time to go home."
"Okay Phil the party pooper."
He started stumbling again. I put my arm around him and walked him home. When we got there I set him in his bed and got him glass of water.
"Phil. You're so nice to me. You always take care of me. I love you, Phil." Dan spoke.
I shook my head. 'He's just drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying.'
Phil went to his bed and cried. The next morning he heard groaning coming from Dan's room.
"Philllll. My head hurrrrttttsss." Phil sighed and got him a glass of water and aspirin. He walked to Dan.
"Here." He handed Dan everything.
Dan gladly took it. "Hey Phil, did I say or do anything out of the ordinary last night?"
Phil shook his head. "N-no. Nothing at all."
Dan looked sad. "Oh. I thought I told you something important."
"And what's that?"
"I love you."
Phil's eyes widened. "You did say that but I thought you were drunk. I thought you were just saying things."
Dan kissed Phil gently. "A drunk man's thoughts are a sober man's words."
