Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy. "I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me", as much as those lyrics bugged you, they couldn't be more damn true.

It's 2007. You and Joe were on and off. You never held a consistent relationship with eachother and never really put a label on what you were. As toxic as you were to eachother, you kept crawling back to eachother. There was something intoxicating about being together that you two couldn't get enough of. You needed eachother, even though you guys were really toxic together. It was complicated. But you and Joe liked it like that.

You and Joe were back in the thing you were in. Though, on accident, you cheated on him while you were drunk. He wasn't exactly mad at you. In fact, he didn't really care. But he acted like he did. He liked messing with you. He enjoyed seeing you in emotional turmoil because he wouldn't pay attention to you. He was laying in bed, trying not to smile to himself about the way you were reacting to this.

You were freaking out. He had been ignoring you all day, or atleast, you thought he was. You didn't know what to do. You needed the attention of your boyfriend (or whatever he was at this point). You felt bad. You regretted cheating on him. And you thought he took it personally. The only way you thought you could give him sympathy, was, y'know, crawling into bed with him. Like the famous line. He smiled at you when he saw that you realized what he wanted.