You know me?
Peral
I stare at Ethan, trying to figure out his look and get rid of the confusion I was getting from seeing him glancing blankly at me.
"You pulled me back to bed?" Ethan asks, and it is clearly written in his eyes how he was amused by the same.
"I mean, obviously I did it. You were lying on the floor; if not for me, you would have spent the night on the cold floor," I explained to him, more like hinting at him to be grateful to me.
Well, I know, I must not force him to be grateful, as I was not really ecstatic about helping him either.
And instead of thanking me, Ethan blankly gazes at me, as if he were trying to figure out something in his head.
Seeing him say nothing, I decided to speak to him and warn him about the alcohol intake and how I would not be generous enough to help him up the next time he drank until he couldn't get up.