You were known for staying out late. I mean, so was Tyler, he had a fight club to run, but it intrigued him how you still managed to stay out way longer than him. You’d always come back fine. But when he came home, he’d have to wait an hour before you came back to properly take care of him- even if he could do it himself. But one night you came stumbling into that run-down house, bruised and bloodied. He hadn’t seen you like that. Ever.

“What in hell happened to you?”

He teased.