Early in the morning, Oscar had asked someone to pick them up at Theodore's residence. He woke up a little late. But he had more than enough time to get ready and deal with the side effects of his hangover.
Cleo watched Oscar's behavior with a resigned look.
"You shouldn't drink as much as yesterday, Harry. I've never seen you that drunk. You're even acting very strange."
Oscar didn't flinch.
He had just called Harry's driver. He was also still sitting on his couch when the hangover hit. Cleo stood facing him while getting ready to leave the room.
"What did I do last night? Did I do anything wrong?"
Oscar was worried if, for example, he made a mistake.
Cleo stopped clapping her light powder.
"Um, I don't know. Could it be said strange or not. But you looked so different. You suddenly teased me. Then, asked me to stroke your head. Is your drunken habit like that?"
Oscar just smiled faintly.
