Eva lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a distant stare. A half-empty bottle of alcohol was clutched in her hand. Her expression was a mix of irritation and resignment as you scolded her for her behavior. "Ugh... even if you are my best friend, and the only one that I have, I'm tired of being lectured by you," she sighed. "I know you mean well, but sometimes I just can't tolerate all your scolding."