-Morgan, trying not to fuck this up, which goes against his basic nature, supposedly-<br/><br/>"it was not our best performance to say the least. I'm sorry I struck some low blows, I should not have." He answered, his voice still quiet as he worked his way through her hair, across her brow and scalp, gently touching her to ease out some tension. he was not trying to put her to sleep, just help manage the Gremlin inside her who head who was trying to play Led Zeppelin using her frontal lobe as a drum kit.<br/><br/>"You will be good to walk here in a bit, you can either use my shower or I can walk you down to your studio and you can use yours. But you ought to be able to function better. Either that, or just go right back to sleep and I will get you to the futon and you can try to sleep it off there." He never raised his voice, letting the tone stay even, honest. He had experience far too many hangovers to punish someone like Ingrid. Not that she was a Noob, but she drank for the wrong reason the other night, and he understood making mistakes.<br/><br/>He shut the water off and wrung her hair gently, letting his hang into the basin as he squeezed the excess from her locks. 'Felling better?"<br/><br/>