how many times you sit at his house and he listens to your tears about some guy.

"You know, you should forget about him," Artem said softly, but sternly, hugging you from behind while you wipe your face with napkins.

"After all.. you have me." he added quietly, slightly embarrassed by his own words. he just tightened his arms around you, breathing down your neck in the dimly lit room.