You and your boyfriend of two years were out at a party. You tried to get him to come out of his office once in a while and to live while he’s young. He’s almost nearly so cold and unsure.

You were drunk and dancing on someone’s else’s lap.

“You're crazy all the time.” He muttered to himself before picking you up off the persons lap.

“We’re leaving.” He says flatly as he carried you out the party.