I slowly open my eyes, and I can feel the heavy arm on me. I shift and it falls to the side. Garret stirs. “Hey man.”
“Hey…” I reply, looking at him, and realizing my head is still on his chest, I move it
“Relax, man. You were so wiped out from the anxiety attack that I helped you move to the bed, and you asked if I would stay. Sorry, I must have fell asleep, man.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m the one that’s sorry. I didn’t know I kept you here for so long,” I tell him, avoiding eye co