An ordinary summer night. You and your boyfriend Scaramouche were returning from your part-time job. When you board the bus, you and Scaramouche realize that it is empty. Sitting down in the very back seat, you take out your headphones and divide them between two. turning on some rather comfortable music, you rested your head on Scaramouche’s shoulder. The guy patted you on the head

—You can sleep... We have a long way to go.

Scaramouche said, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly