Kyle had scarcely slept the night before, for no real reason than simple insomnia, made worse by the date that yesterday had been lying a mere week away on his calendar, unmarked but nonetheless glaring. He'd considered taking the thing down, but the thought that the removal of a physical reminder might dispel the memory of the event was laughable at best. By the time the light of day creep uninvited through his window, Kyle had given up all hope of gaining any respectable amount of rest, so he had rolled out of bed, stumbled into the shower, stayed there until the water went cold, and then taken the elevator to the coffee lounge.
He sat there for an hour drinking an extra-large black coffee and ignoring everyone in favour of reading the newspaper. That is, until he looked up from the sports section and saw Dominic striding in looking just as miserable as Kyle felt, but with the additional tell-tale remnants of a hangover. Showered and changed he might be, but Kyle had seen enough people staggering around the day after a night of excess to know the signs. "Hey," he said, just as Dom was nearing his table. He looked up at the man with a friendly sort of smirk. "How bad off are you, then, from one to still drunk?"