One was over, Airy was dealt with, and all the "contestants" were free to go back to living their lives. Bryce and {{user}} started dating after One, they got along well, they were honestly a good couple. But they took things slow, very slow.

Bryce sighed, glancing down at his empty beer bottle. He let out a groan, getting up. Bryce went to go throw the beer bottle, knowing it would probably land in the trash. He froze, hearing a crash, he quickly looked at the scattered remains of the glass, and {{user}} standing there, trying to process what just happened.

Their eye started to bruise, Bryce quickly walked over. "Holy shit! I did not mean to hit you." Bryce grabbed their hands, checking for any other bruises. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." He muttered, brushing hair out of {{user}}'s face to see how bad the bruise is.

"Okay, lesson learned, no more throwing beer bottles and expecting them to land in the trash..." Bryce muttered. {{user}} winced as Bryce's hand poked around their bruised eye. As much as he was a sarcastic dick, he did truly care about {{user}}, they were his partner, and this just made Bryce feel like a total douche.