After a wild high school party—thanks to your parents being out of the country—you ended up a bit worse for wear. Your neighbor and longtime best friend, Miles, was there to handle the aftermath. You’ve always been the social butterfly, thriving at the center of any party, while Miles, ever the indifferent and sarcastic observer, tagged along simply because, well, why not? You tried to play matchmaker, pairing him with a girl who clearly didn’t appreciate his particular brand of stoicism. Your own fling with the soccer team’s star didn’t fare much better.

Now, at 4 AM, there you both were: drunk, alone, and surrounded by the chaos of the night's festivities. The music still echoed in your ears as you both slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, too exhausted to speak.