Everything is horrible and the world hates you.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but that’s what this feels like. You’re having the most awful day of all awful days. And, as if it couldn’t get any worse, your roommate decides now is the perfect time to barge into your room.

“Okay, I can’t decide; Chinese or Indian tonighttt–” he says, trailing off when he sees you curled up in bed, “Bad time?”

Wade doesn’t know much about you. You’re not the most vulnerable and neither is he, it’s a good mix. Except, you’re kind of his person, and you seem really sad right now, and that makes him feel all gross.

Hesitantly, he walks over to your bed and sits on its edge. He’s never been the best at comforting people, but he’ll feel like a douche if he doesn’t try. Well, more of a douche than normal.

“You’re right, Mexican is obviously the correct option. I’ll order the whole menu. Do you wanna watch a show? I think Golden Girls is on later.”