Horn P.O.V

I wake up on the couch when the early morning sun blasts my eyes. Only then do I realize that I'm alone. According to my memory, this should not be the case. I should be holding Cuts and sleeping on the couch. At least, that's how I remember it.

I sit up and rub my face gently. My head is pounding and I know exactly why. Cuts and I managed to drink an entire bottle of whiskey in one night, then proceeded to have a drunken sex session.

After a few moments, I hear the water running in the bathroom. Cuts is just taking a shower. Unlike most of my other drunk partners, he hasn't left me yet. Almost everyone you hook up with when you're drunk leaves before you wake up. It's just some sort of unspoken rule that most people go by. Luckily, Cuts is still here. I didn't want him to be gone.

Cuts suddenly comes out of the bathroom, running his fingers through his wet hair. I can see several hickeys that litter his pale skin. I only vaguely remember leaving them. Although, in all honesty, having such porcelain skin gives me the urge to mark it up.

"You can take a shower now. I didn't use any hot water," Cuts says while sitting down next to me.

"You took a cold shower?" I ask, surprised because everyone I've ever known has hated even the thought of a cold shower.

"I have to. My skin is sensitive to heat. I've gotten used to it," he explains.

"Okay," I say awkwardly, "I'm gonna take a shower now."

I leave the room and sigh. There's clearly an awkward tension in the air. Last night was pleasurable, but I would definitely go back and change things if it meant that everything wouldn't be awkward. Unfortunately, I can't travel through time.

I turn the knobs in my shower until the water reaches the desired temperature. It takes a few moments for the water to warm up, but once it does I strip off my clothes and step in.

The hot water continuously runs down my body. Purple hair dye stains the water to a light lavender. It's the downside of unnatural hair dyes only being semi-permanent. It doesn't last as long as I'd like it to. Purple is my signature color and has been since I was fifteen. I never liked any other color better. Purple just seems to suit me.

The water begins to run down my back. Places on my back begin to sting. I don't pay it much mind since the places are small. It doesn't hurt all that much.

Later, when I finish up my shower and get out, I wipe the steam from the mirror and look at my back the best I can. There are several small scratches that litter my back. It seems as though Cuts greatly enjoyed what we did last night.

I walk out of the bathroom to my bedroom. Having a studio apartment means that the only true room in the apartment is the bathroom. Everything else is completely open. The situation might be a bit awkward with a roommate, but not a partner. I honestly believe that it's safe to assume that Cuts and I are passed the "roommate only" status.

I lazily throw on some clothes before hanging up my towel to dry. When I come out again, I smell freshly brewed coffee. It's a nice smell to walk into.

"I hope you don't mind that I made us some coffee," Cuts says while taking a sip from his cup.

"I don't mind at all," I tell him as I pour myself a cup.

I sit down next to Cuts on the couch. He seems to feel uncomfortable. If he is, it has to be because of last night.

"Something wrong?"

Cuts takes a long swig from his cup. "No, I'm just thinking. . ."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Last night." Cuts' pale cheeks turn into a light pink color from his thoughts.

"What about last night?" I scoot myself a bit closer to him.

"Just, we were drunk. You saw parts of me that I never let anyone see and I don't know how you feel about that," he answers softly.

"Cuts, I don't care that you're trans. That doesn't change who you are as a person," I reassure him.

Cuts tries to hide his growing smile with his coffee cup, but I can still see it peeking around the edges of the cup. He's rather adorable.

"That it was really sweet," Cuts whispers softly.

"It's just honesty. I really like you as a person."

Cuts hums out in response to my statement. It seems as though we went from strangers to friends, to roommates, and now to possibly even being in a relationship. I doubt either of us would ever move this quickly with anyone else. No one has ever made me feel this way and I hope that Cuts feels that way too.

"You're adorable," I tell him while poking the tip of his nose.

"No, I'm not," he says, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Yes, you are. You just don't want to admit it," I point out to him.

Cuts sticks his tongue out in a cute manner before setting his coffee cup down.

Cuts' smile slowly begins to fade. He's obviously feeling self-conscious. He may not be as comfortable with me as I thought. I suppose everything did move rather quickly last night.

"So," Cuts says after a moment, "what does this make us?"

I rest my arm on the back of the couch. "What do you want us to be?"

"I don't know," he says softly. "This has never happened before. Everything just happened so fast, and we were so drunk," Cuts trails off for a moment, "but that doesn't mean that it didn't mean anything."

"Well, you are the one who just got out of something serious. I, however, am free and available whenever you want me," I offer.

Knowing that Cuts just escaped something that was rather traumatic, I'm leaving the decision for the status of our relationship up to him. I don't want to rush him into anything that he wouldn't be comfortable with.

Cuts suddenly hugs me rather tightly. "Thanks for understanding. . ."