Third Person POV

In spite of himself, Mean found himself giving Plan a comforting hug. He secretly wiped away his tears so that Plan would not notice.

"There, there," said Mean, lightly rubbing Plan's back up and down, "you shouldn't jump to conclusions. Maybe P'Chao loves you back, he just doesn't want to reveal it to you yet."

"If you loved a person, Mean, wouldn't you want to let that person know?" Plan asked.

Mean wasn't able to answer Plan's question right away. Plan's question took him by surprise. He had to think carefully what to say to Plan.

"It depends," Mean said slowly, "if I can see that the person I love doesn't love me back, I would rather keep it to myself. The pain of rejection might be too much for me to handle."

"Are you in love with anyone right now?" Plan asked Mean, gazing sorrowfully into Mean's eyes.

Mean looked away.

"Would you like me to bring you a glass of water?" asked Mean, trying desperately to change the topic, "water will flush the alcohol out of your system and will lessen the intensity of your hangover."

"I guess I should have that drink of water," Plan agreed.

Mean stood up and poured some water from a pitcher into a tall glass and handed it to Plan. Plan took the glass and drank thirstily from it.

"Mean," said Plan, his eyes still looking a little unfocused, "can I camp here for the night until I'm sober?"

"Sure," said Mean, "I'll give you my bed and I will sleep out here on the couch."

"Oh, no, no, no," Plan protested, "I don't want to put you out. Let me be the one to sleep here on the couch so that you can sleep comfortably on your bed."

"P'Plan," said Mean, "how about I share my bed with you. It's spacious enough for two people to sleep in it comfortably."

Mean noticed the look of indecision on Plan's face.

"Oh, come on, P'Plan," Mean protested, "I don't intend to take advantage of your drunken state. I promise I will keep to myself and let you sleep in peace."

Plan gave Mean a weak slap on his arm, "I wasn't thinking that way, you pervert, I was thinking that I might make you feel uncomfortable. You're so used to having the bed all to yourself."

"How do you know that I always have the bed to myself?" asked Mean.

Plan looked at Mean wide eyed. It had not occurred to him that Mean might have brought a date to spend the night with him from time to time.

Mean laughed out loud at the confused expression on Plan's face. He gave Plan a flick on the forehead.

"You actually thought that I brought dates to my place and have sex with them here. You obviously don't know me well," said Mean.

"Are you sure that there's been no one so far whom you have brought here to your place?" asked a very surprised Plan.

"Absolutely no one," said Mean, "if ever I were to bring someone here to spend a night with me, it would have to be someone I truly love and would like to have a serious relationship with. I'm not the kind of person who likes to sleep around."

"And you still haven't met that person so far?" asked Plan.

"Stop asking so many questions, P'Plan, and make up your mind already if you want me to share my bed with you tonight."

"Yes, Mean," Plan replied shyly, "I would like to sleep in your bed tonight."