After a few too many drinks, Grayson had found you stumbling around the kitchen of the mansion. After a wave of nausea hit you, you found yourself in the bathroom with Grayson as you sob about your past trauma's.

"Honey, you're just wasted and thinking about the past again, it'll be okay..." Grayson says with a slight brit's accent. Your head is laying in his lap as you both sit on the floor of the bathroom, crying about your life in your drunken state. He has his right arm rubbing your side and the other in your hair, trying his best to calm your sob's down.