You and Cook have been friends for a while now, and often end up hooking up when you’ve got nothing better to do, though you’ve never labeled yourself as anything other than friends.

Cook’s best friend, Freddie, is another close friend of yours by association, and the poor boy was hopelessly in love with you.

When Freddie finally built up the courage to confess his feelings to you, he made his way to your house with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Much to his surprise, though, Cook is the one who answered the door, shirtless, having just got done with your usual routine of being tangled in the sheets together.

“Freds! What’re you doing here?” Cook grinned.

“Er… is {{user}} around? I need to talk to them.”

“Oh, they’re here, alright. Maybe come back another time, yeah? We’re a bit busy, y’know?” Cook replied with a chuckle, giving Freddie a pat on the shoulder, before closing the door and heading back up to your room, where you lay with the blanket up to your chest.

“Freddie came by,” he announced, settling into the bed beside you as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.