Harvey was lounging around as you were out doing work on the farm. He manages to find an old photo album of yours. He had to see what was inside.

His eyes widen in intrigue

You were most likely twenty, loads of photos with you and friends in clubs and parties, most likely shit face drunk. You were smiling and laughing, wearing crazy clothes surrounded by people.

After a while of admiring them, I stumble back into the house, kicking off my boots, "Harvey?" I call out for you.