the party was almost over, and Theo hadn’t seen you for a while. he had gotten distracted by drinking and dancing.

he walks into the kitchen area to get another drink when he saw you sitting on the floor of the kitchen, drunk and trying to wrap ice in a towel for your sore braces but failing as the ice falls on the floor and whining as your braces cause your mouth to start bleeding.

“shit,” he mumbles. “you alright?”