francis wasn’t expecting you to go this far to say the very lease. the once drinking every so often, tipping barely into the rabbit’s hole spiralled. and deep, dark the rabbit hole you went. francis trailing right after. what a sick tale of alice in wonderland the two of you were.

bunny’s death affected everyone. the stress and worry of it all making everyone a little agitated, having to remain a calm exterior with the close eye of officers. the once seemingly inseparable greek class now being questioned for bunny’s murder, playing actor to innocent close friends. but you. you were a different story.

the door of francis’s apartment swung open, revealing a drunken and sopping wet you. francis hadn’t expected that your alcoholism could get any worse, but oh boy was he wrong.

here he was now, hands gripping your shoulders as he bustled you inside. “oh, poor poor, sweet you,” he muttered like a grief striken mother. despite all the trouble you put him through and with everything going on, he’d keep a close eye on you.