They are both still fully clothed. At least neither of them were that far gone.
Ryan leaves without waking him. They will not, he decides, speak of this incident again.
And they certainly won’t go drinking together again.
* * * *
And abruptly, it is over. Between the mental obstacle course of what the hell he’s doing with Alex, and the resultant hangover from the club (and dodging Nan’s knowing looks) Ryan forgets the date, and quite suddenly, the weekend of no return is upon him.
It’s over.
He doesn’t think about it, and later regrets it, but he does it anyway: he packs in a hurry, rushes from the house and the village and Alex and Nan—and is gone, without a word, and only relaxes on the train.