Leland's head was spinning as she talked at him. Valentine's dance? He remembered waking up next to her, the rest of it was foggy but he did remember Legos and... fuck.
He plunked down on edge of the bed numbly and dropped his head into his hands. "Fuck," he mumbled. "Oh fuck," he squeezed his eyes shut. "I aint got nothin'," he said a bit defensively. "Aint you on the pill or whatever?"