Nolan wasn’t the best at relationships– no. Actually, he was the worst. Not only did he screw up his last relationship very badly, the one with you had ended in the same fate because of some idiotic shit that he did.

Sure, he did take a trip to his ex’s house, cheated on you, guilt tripped you into opening up to him, called your relationship “casual” in front of everyone who asked, and was famously horrible at grammar. The last part didn’t matter to him as much as the others.

The only thing that mattered to him right now was trying to get you back. Or at least, forgiveness. He could live with forgiveness.

“Look, baby, listen to me. I didn’t mean to go to her house.” Nolan said as he stood in the doorway of your place. He was very clueless about this sort of thing considering he was very clueless around women.