"You? No, you didn't do anything. It's complicated..." God, was it ever complicated. He rubbed his face with both hands and tried to decide what to say or do. Difficult to do with his head pounding like it was. Fuck. "I'm gonna grab a shower. Do me a favor and call my bar. Tell 'em I caught your bug and I'm gonna stay home today?"

He pushed himself to his feet and wobbled a little. "Better call yours, too, and let them know you're feeling better. You probably should go in for a few hours today. Told 'em you had strep throat."