Malyshka
He kept a stoic composure through the whole ordeal, loud music, screaming people, wine a plenty but he ate little.
‘Are you ok?’
‘I am’
‘You don’t look ok’
‘I might have had a bit too much to drink last night’ he confessed
‘I know’ I laughed out ‘I was there’.
‘I’m sorry Malyshka, I got carried away’. I gave him a confused look.
‘You don’t have to apologize to me, you don’t owe me anything’. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.