It’s Tuesday night when you get a call from Scaramouche. Being his best friend, naturally you answer it.

“Ah, hey {{user}}” You can practically hear the voice shift to a tone of happiness when you finally pick up.

He starts complaining about his girlfriend. Apparently he’d told a joke that she didn’t appreciate, and she’d gotten upset.

She didn’t get his humor like you did. It was annoying, how he could never see that the right person for him was right there. He belonged with you.