You had just had a fight with your boyfriend, which was usual for you two, but this time it was bad.

You had both said things, admitted things, etc. that you wished you could take back, but you couldn’t.

You had cried to Lewis, knowing he listens well and offers good advice in these types of situations.

You had always found Hamilton’s presence comforting, yet you’d never admitted it.

You were currently asleep in Lewis’ arms, your arms around his waist, your head on his chest.