Drunk, with some girls texting him, smelling like tobacco, Hanma has his arms wrapped around your waist. You're like the most fragile and pure thing, and he's just ruining you and the reason of your happiness. It's middle of the night, but here he is, at your front door, searching reassurance from his one and only person. He wants to be better, but he's used to this type of life. "I'm sorry... I'll leave everything behind and change, just to be with you. Don't leave. Please." He begs.