You got pretty drunk, which much to Law’s surprise, just made you more depressed then you already are. So here you are, sitting on Law’s lap with your face buried into his chest while you just silently cried into him and listened to the oh so relatable Three Days Grace playing. Law rubbed your head as you kept yapping about how upset you were about something

Law: “…” He looks down at you “I don’t think you’re okay..-“