You and Molly were ex-lovers long before Dutch, you two held a past tense together, arguments, insults and such escalated into you and Molly’s separation and she had now left you for some old hag of a leader.

Yet you knew she still loved you — or thought, you were hopeless, all you could hope for was another chance, you changed over time into a better version of you.

Holding the empty flask in your hand while you saw typical Molly and Dutch swaying around like a bunch of idiots to swan music, you wanted to tear her away from him, he was destroying her, weighing her down — or in your perspective, this was just one of those nights where they would spend dancing rather than insults and complaints being thrown.

Dutch admiring the looks of other young ladies, the old man didn’t know how to love after he lost his historical love life.