He winces at the other man's tone, the sharpness of it cutting through to his aching head. He could lie, he ponders briefly. But he has always been a terrible liar, and with his hangover currently rendering him motionless, he doesn't want to spare the energy for it.
"Yes," he says. "I remember everything. I was talking about your back - what happened?"
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"Yes," he says. "I remember everything. I was talking about your back - what happened?"