It began the weekend after your first week of college. The two of you had met at a partying club you were practically forced into by a friend, both of you ended up lonely and drunk— for different reasons. After a night spent together he just… stayed.

It’s now your second year in college, upon coming home to your dorm from classes you’re not surprised to see him making a drink. He looks to you and hums noncommittally, but you’re looking at the huge bouquet of pink lilies on the counter.

“Happy six months of… this. Whatever this is,” he grumbles.