Chad grew quiet as he contemplated the implications of that. The night had just been too much. With everything that happened, he was feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.
He stood up slowly, using the counter of the sink as leverage to get off the toilet. He was in his underwear, but he didn't care.
"I'm going to bed," he said matter-of-factly, shuffling with his hand still on his hurt side. He moved out of the bathroom and into J-S's bedroom, kind of wishing he was in his own room, but deciding that this was good enough.
"Maybe when I wake up, we can talk more." In actuality, he was hoping that when he woke up, he'd discover this had all been a very realistic dream.