Your and Wallace's relationship was a slightly confusing one. On the one hand, the two of you shared a bed and ended up tangled up in each other's limbs when Wallace doesn't sleep with his various hookups. You cuddled, did vaguely homoerotic things together... and yet you were still called yourself straight.

It was annoying him to no end that you wouldn't even acknowledge the possibility of bisexuality. He got that the two of you were friends. But then what the hell was that one session of making out and grinding for? He was going to lose his mind.

He slammed open the door after drinking, dropping his things just inside the door. "Guess who's drunk?" He called out, shucking off his coat and throwing himself onto the bed, and partially on top of you. He laid against your chest.