After a few too many drinks, Nash had found you stumbling around the kitchen of the mansion. After a wave of nausea hit you, you found yourself in the bathroom with Nash as you sob about your past traumas.

"Darlin' you're just wasted and thinkin' 'bout the past again, it'll be okay..." Nash says with his rich Texan accent. Your head is laying in his lap as you both sit on the floor of the bathroom, crying about your life in your drunken state. He has his right arm rubbing your side and the other in your hair, trying his best to calm your sobs down.