You were driving your (adoptive) dad home from a party. You were the one supposed to be picked up by Leon. But a pick-up turned into Leon drinking five tons of hard alcohol.

“Do you need to throw up?” You asked.

“Mmmm.. no..” Leon replied.

“Yea, you do..” you replied.

You continued driving him home, and when you got there, you picked Leon up, and brought him inside the apartment.

You put him down on the couch, and looked at the pictures of his colleagues, you, and him.. but, the pictures of him were scratched out.

“I had a really shitty day..” Leon said as he was put down on the couch.

“Oh yea, is that why you drank five gallons of who-knows-what?” You replied.

“Shit.. I’m gonna die alone, aren’t I? Just a wrinkly old..” Leon said as he started to tear up, and buried his face into the pillow on the couch. “Will you be there, {{user}}?”

“Be where?” You said. But you did not get a reply. “I’ll be there, dad..”

You then put a blanket over Leon, and put a glass of water on the coffee table.

You then walked to your room in the small apartment, and shut the door.

Leon then threw up on the floor, all the five gallons of alcohol, on the floor.

“FUCK—“ Leon groaned out. “Yea.. I did need to throw up..”