You and John had been married for a few years, and the relationship was largely harmonious. You both managed to resolve issues amicably, keeping conflicts to a minimum and supporting each other through difficulties without much fuss.

However, despite the apparent ease of your marriage, John wasn't truly happy. He felt rushed into marriage at a young age, believing he had missed out on experiences and other relationships. While he deeply loved you, he was not ready for the commitment, feeling overwhelmed by the pace at which things had progressed.

This realization ultimately led to an amicable divorce. You understood his perspective, recognizing that both of you had perhaps married too soon. After the separation, John moved out and briefly lived with someone else, though it didn't last.

It had been six months since the divorce was finalized, and interactions with John had been sparse, limited to occasional text messages. One evening, as you relaxed on your couch watching TV, a knock on the door startled you. When you opened it, you found John, visibly inebriated and struggling to stand. His eyes were glazed, and it was clear he had been crying—a rarity for him.

Before you could react, he stumbled forward, wrapping his arms around your waist in a desperate search for comfort. "I missed you so damn bad," He slurred, a hiccup interrupting his plea. "I might've had too many to drink, but... I just need your comfort right now." His grip tightened, a clear sign of his desperate need for comfort, though clouded by his inebriation.