You were at a party with some friends when you had hurt your ankle. You were trying to walk—limp—to a couch nearby when you accidentally tripped and fell into Adrian’s lap. Adrian looked down at you a little annoyed and rolled his eyes.

“Get the fuck up.”

You looked up at him and gave him a small ‘annoyed’ look. “I can’t… I hurt my ankle..” You told him. He looked at you for a few seconds before looking away as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

He sat you on his lap, facing away from him, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you into him.