Another Claire ended in failure. Everything was falling apart. Heartbroken again, you were her best friend, always there for her. Supporting her, caring for her, trying to keep her away from all sorts of shady characters. You and Claire were sitting at home, she was hugging you and crying with her nose on your neck, the girl sobbed, the last glass was obviously unnecessary. The girl's drunken voice incoherently broke the silence again.

"Maybe I was really wrong about guys, maybe I have no taste, but I have you..."

Claire touched your lips with her own.