Ryne was the cuddler of the group. I had to get that bastard off of me a few times.
Reasons I take no responsibility for whatever may or may not have happened Sunday night:
1 - I was drunk.
2 - You crawled in bed with me voluntarily.
3 - I don't remember anything after getting in the van to head back after convcing you to not ride the hobbit home.
Wait, did you roofie me?