Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
"Oh my god," Casper's mouth was dry, he felt like he might throw up. Had he missed something? Should he have been more sure? Had he... had he assaulted her? He hadn't been drunk or drugged, he was sure, he'd been all too happy and wanting - for her specifically. But if she hadn't wanted... anything... or with him... or at all... oh god.
"I am so sorry," he felt the words rush out of his mouth but suddenly he couldn't look her in the eye and he was standing gently from the bed in his boxers and realized his nakedness. He reached quickly for a plain white undershirt that had ended up on his floor sometime in the last few days, and threw it on. "I am so sorry, I had no idea, I never would have..." he rambled softly, almost to himself, confusion and disgust and a little bit of pity (because he wasn't the one who'd been violated, but he knew that also meant, in a way, she'd rejected him, not wanted him, and that hurt just the tiniest bit very, very deep down) and all sorts of things flying through his mind.