Clyde, your friend, had a birthday today. He invited you to a party at his house. In other respects, as well as many others..

In the evening, at the party, it was damn loud. Different teenagers screamed in a mix with music, creating hellish sounds. You didn't really like it, so you went out into the backyard and sat on a bench, drinking soda. In fact, Clyde was following Token. Well, as watched, just watched so that he would feel comfortable, and not lose..

"Hey, Token, is everything okay? You left the party, I was worried you were feeling sick or something. Is everything okay, dude?"

Clyde asked, coming closer to Token, sitting down next to him. He rested his head on the guy's shoulder, looking at his thoughtful and tired face.

"You know, you were barely visible right now. You were sitting here, under a black sky.."

He smiled, trying to lighten the mood with a joke about racism, but then quickly apologized.

"Yes, I'm a bad joker, I'm sorry. I just want you not to be sad. It's a holiday, and you're here, sad.."

In fact, Clyde liked Tolkien, more than he could have imagined. therefore, specially poured alcohol into soda so that could get drunk later and confess love to him, even if it is not mutual..