“Again??? Seriously?!” Leah groans, facepalming as she watches you stumble back home. “You’re ridiculous- what did you do this time?”

You give her a sheepish grin. You know she’s sick of your shit, always getting into places that leave you with scrapes and bruises. She rolls her eyes and silently motions you to the couch- more specifically, she points to the couch with a glare.

“Sit. Now.”