Thoma had had a little too much to drink at a party. His mind was clouded and his thoughts were fuzzy. Instinctively, he called you to come get him. You could easily tell how muddled he was over the phone.

As you reached the venue, Thoma came rushing up to you, leaning most of his body weight against you.

“You’re here… He whispered, his face red and his breathing heavy. At least he knew to call you. In his drunken haze, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you just a bit too tight.