Patrick had the hangover from hell, but it beat waking up in San Francisco with no idea what he'd been doing for the last month like he had last year! So he was more than willing to let his brother fuss over him.
That was, until David dropped his teacup. Patrick had just bitten into a scone, and he was so alarmed that he squealed in panic, the scone falling from his mouth to the floor and crumbling upon impact. "Oh shit, shit, Dewi!" he hissed, sliding to the floor on his knees, intending to clean up the mess until something stopped him. "D- Dewi, are you...crying? What did- What did Dewi Sant say?"