They're not exactly sure how they got here and if you asked them tomorrow, you'd get three very different rationalizations about why they did it: too much to drink, too caught up celebrating to realize when the line was crossed, too desperate to cling to what was nearly lost.

By unspoken agreement, they do something very unnatural to them: they don't speak. Gasps and guttural moans fill the air, but no words. As long as they talk, don't cry out each other's names, then it's not really real and they won't have to spend the following weeks parsing meaning and having repeated conversations about how it will never happen again and how it won't change anything. They won't have to call it a mistake.

As long as they don't talk, they can step aside from everything else and just be here and now, three bodies: drunk and celebrating and desperate.