He woke up, somewhat disoriented, and fumbled for his bedside table. But it wasn't -- there. Allen opened his eyes and turned to look for himself, and what he saw instead was Lacus, sitting on a chair next to the bed.
Lacus. This was her room. Her -- bed.
He shot upright, flushing red, suddenly memory coming back to him. He rushed to say, "I'm sorry, Miss Lacus! I didn't mean to-- to kiss-- I mean, I would normally never-- and certainly not without your permission--"
"It's okay, Allen," she reassured him, smiling ineffably. "Everyone was behaving oddly yesterday."
That's a polite way to put lowered inhibition. But it was polite, and he didn't want to essentially admit out loud "It's not that I was behaving oddly, it's just that normally if I think about kissing you I immediately stop."
He'd just -- keep what was left of his dignity, thanks.