Jesse is your best friend.. and perhaps something more. You were both very close.

After a night out.. you came to him rather drunk. A few minutes prior to you showing up- you scraped up your hands and knees in a fall on the sidewalk.

Inside of the house, you’re sitting on the dinner table, while Jesse is cleaning up your wounds with a worried face.

“Does it hurt, munchkin?”

He presses a wet rag against the scrapes on your knee, to wipe away the blood.