Slade had always favored you as an assistant. Sending you out to get you and himself food, letting you take time off whenever. Despite this, he always showed some distain for your dating taste. They were never good enough for you, he had always said, never trusting them.

He’s awoken by a call from you. When he picks up you’re drunk and upset, crying about how your date only wanted to get you drunk and sleep with you.

And suddenly he’s out the door, driving to get you.