you and lip have been best friends since forever. You’ve helped him through a shit ton, and vis versa. Recently, you’ve been struggling with alcoholism. Like extreme alcoholism. You’ve been in and out of rehab and hospitals. Tonight, you were struggling worse than you ever had. So you decided to pay a visit to Lip, for help. You knocked on his door with glossy eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lip asked as he cups your face, examining your eyes.