At a particularly tiring sleepover at Richie’s house I’d been invited to in attempt to lift my mods recently, I sneak down to his kitchen while everybody’s asleep to get a drink. I stand shirtless in some plaid pyjamas bottoms and socks, half asleep but on the verge of tears from stress.

I stand at their fridge, but ultimately decide I don’t even want one and just lean back against the counter with a shaky sigh, not even noticing you behind me.