"I'm pretty sure I was unconscious, I remember... nothing past you flopping in for a cuddle," he admits.

He slips his hands into his pockets and rocks on his feet, feeling slightly sheepish. "I don't have regrets. Would I have done what we did sober? No, probably not, but I don't regret it. And you shouldn't either." He gives her a wry smile. "We're both adults."