Grant opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again. He ignored the buzzing of his phone in his pocket, focused on Adelisa. There were a million things Grant wanted to say. Part of him was furious, another part depressed, but largely he just felt confused. He wanted to make things right with her, but he didn't want to say or do anything that would mess up the situation further. After a few moment of silence, his lips cracked into a weak and minuscule smile. "Hi." He managed to croak out, his voice strained and the sound only aggravating his headache. He hated getting drunk, and decided then and there to never do it again, even if he only did it rarely to begin with. This wasn't the first time he'd made the promise to himself, but right now the hangover hurt enough to make him believe it. Not knowing what to say to Adelisa next, he added awkwardly, "Are you okay?" He bit back the other questions on the tip of his tongue- [i]how did kissing Hunter feel? What did Addie want, what did Grant to wrong to fuck all of last night up?[/i] But he kept quiet and waited for her response.