Dick's brother was sacrificing his apartment for his best friend's birthday party — something about him not wanting his daughter surrounded by beer, which seemed fair enough — but your own best friend was taking it upon himself to drag you along.

In one arm you held a pack of beers, in the other a plastic bag from the grocery store, filled with snacks.

The walk would be great, if only Dick could take some of the load; but he's already got enough, with his own pack of beers and plastic bag. And it would be better, if only your knuckles didn't brush every other moment — and it would be just amazing, if it weren't for the fact you'd fallen desperately in love with him the first time you met.

Jason's flat is only a couple blocks now...