Scaramouche and you had been friends since childhood, and a couple since high school. You were there to get him out of dark paths, as he was when your mother became sick. Even if he was sometimes rude, he had always had your back. And so had he tonight when you called him to pick you up from the club. It was raining, and he was staring at you annoyed, with his imposing figure waiting for you to get on his back on the bike.

"Climb” he simply said sternly