[ Putting on clean clothes feels better. It's clear after Geto gives him a good look. The tired, miserable lines of defeat leave Nanami's face and smooth out into a softer relief. The exhaustion fading to comfortably tired. ]

There aren't that many details. It was a bad night and I decided to stay out and drink some. I wasn't planning on meeting someone, but at the time...

[ At the time he was so perfectly wasted that the young man's flirting had actually managed to feel nostalgic and inviting, drawing him out of his typical cold indifference he used for defense. But it was also because he was so miserable in the first place that he'd been that open, and in that half-coherent state, everything had fallen apart. ]

I should have been more firm about not wanting to hookup. I wasn't in much of a mood to begin with, but it didn't seem like it could hurt. If you really want to know, I probably tripped.

[ In the most pathetic ending he could have. But he wasn't that hurt and nothing truly bad had happened to him. If anything, he probably scared some random young man out of approaching older men. That gets a dry laugh out of Nanami. He lifts his head, smiling with conflict at the irony of once again depending on his former senior after a bad night. ]

Why would that matter? It was my own fault. I should clean it up.