Perhaps roused by the conversation, or the smell of breakfast, the young man stirs, rolls over and sits up, scrubbing his face with his hands. He groggily looks around, taking in the room, and the other people in it. His shoulders droop and his head falls forward, covering his face with his hands. Moving them enough to speak he says "Oh God. Whatever I did last night, I'm sorry. Please tell me it wasn't anything too serious."