You always come to Craig. Whether it was about needing a favor, just wanting to hang out, or to get advice, it was always him. He was your best friend, after all.

You stand there at his front door, your watch reading 22:13. Late at night, yet not late enough for him to ignore you.

“… what?” Craig asks sleepily as he opens the door, one hand holding the doorknob and the other rubbing his eyes.