"I was a sloppy mess last night, I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me??" He could barely remember how he'd got into bed. There were clothes scattered about. He pieced things together, as best he could...
"Yes, sir, you were! So was I. We're lucky we got back here safe."
"That's true. Do you forgive me? I mean, if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best." He felt ashamed and vulnerable.
"I'm getting to the point where I don't know if I can handle you anymore..." He confessed, raw and honest.
"I totally understand that. I can hardly handle myself, I shouldn't expect anyone else to."
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