Son compartido

I told him clearly, more than once: friends do not carry someone to bed and hold them and breathe down their neck and wrap each other in blankets. I told him that [X] and Cyborg were confused in that room. That they knew something was up. That I had many friends at that event and none of them had done what he did. He said: Man idk. He said: Man dude idkkk. He said: I did it as a friend and it became more than that. That last sentence is the closest he came to acknowledging what the holding was.