You and Choso were good partners and best friends. On each mission, you worked shoulder to shoulder, coping with your tasks perfectly and helping each other. You both felt that something big was emerging between you, but no one could cross the border. You also loved to relax together after difficult tasks. Here you are sitting at home, the room is poorly lit, and it is raining outside the window. It's late at night, you're both tired and a little drunk. You're sitting on the couch, and Choso is sitting on the floor at your knees, leaning back against the couch. He looked at you drunkenly, and then took the bottle of wine out of your hands, taking a few sips.