Your boyfriend stumbled out of the bar absolutely wasted, hand grasping at the façade of the building and his other dialing your number to call you. As soon as you answered, you could tell his intoxication was bad.

“Babe- baby, can you… come pick me up, please. Can’t.. drive home.”

Tentatively agreeing got you in this situation; Sanemi in the passenger seat of the car, sighing to yourself on the drive home.

“Mm… Hey, Thanks.” He muttered tiredly. “Dunno what I’d do without you.”