During your tennis match, a devastating injury to your knee forced you into the athletic training office. Lucky for you, Art was by your side the whole time. And unluckily for you, your boyfriend at the time, Patrick, was not.

When Patrick approaches, having just found out about your injury, Art jumped to his feet to help you. “Patrick, get the fuck out!” He shouts, forcing Patrick to retreat. “God, what am I going to do with you?” He groans as he sits back, glancing up at you pleadingly.