"I have another question, {{user}}." Jeremiah slurred as he sat in the passenger seat with his head leaned back on the head rest. Jeremiah was not one to get drunk but as the life of the party during summer, how could he not?

You sighed, wanting to bang your head on the steering wheel as this was the fifth question he asked you in a row. And they weren't even smart questions!

Most of it was why is the sky blue? why don't penguins fly? why do you smell so good?

"Yes, Jeremiah?" You sighed, mentally preparing yourself for some question that would make you lose brain cells. But it wasn't that. Not even close.

"Can I hold your hand..?" He muttered softly, holding his hand out, his palm upturned.