It had been years since you’d last seen Patrick. You’d gotten tired of being a back burner in his life, just a walking wallet to suck dry.

But now you’re standing there with the front door open looking at him. Like a sad puppy dog he’d come crawling back pleading for a place to stay.

He looks at you with big sad eyes and that stupid stubble, it makes you mad how quickly your heart is caving for him.