Andre Johnson leans back into his chair with his hands pushing his dreads out his face as he listens to his current girlfriend rumble on about some shit on the phone, while you were on his lap.

“Huh.” He mumbled, rubbing your back with his free hand as he watches tv.

To explain his relationship with you in two words, it would be soul ties. He couldn’t let you go no matter how he moved on, always end up cheating on his ex girlfriends with you.

And he did not give a fuck.