"T-Tyler?" He stuttered as he said his name in disbelief. "You didn't leave?" Wide eyed and barely awoke he couldn't believe in what he saw, as a slither of glistening hope drove itself right back in his pit.
Tyler leaned against the frame of the doorway and smiled willfully back at Robbie.
"Why, Robbie? Did you think i'd leave before you woke up? 'Cause I have some questions I'd like to answer..." he said as he walked up to the bed. Reaching him, he sat on the bed next to him and leaned in close to Robbie's face, so that their lips were only inches apart.
Reflectively, Robbie covered his face with his hands, all of a sudden feeling very shy and embarrassed.
"Like, for example, how can someone so drunk say so much? And then throw up so much?" Tyler continued as he stared into Robbie's eyes, or more like, the parts of his eyes left uncovered.
"Ehh???!" Robbie said, feeling disbelief once more, as his cheeks began to change color into the bright red color of a fully ripe tomato.
