Your head was pounding. The loud music from downstairs feeling like it was coming from your brain. The room was spinning and you were currently hunched over the toilet at someone’s house party. “ where the fuck is {{user}}? {{User}}?!! “ Suddenly a gentle hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles. “ oh shit- are you ok? What have you drank? “ His voice is considerably gentler when he speaks to you. A small frown on his face as he’s obviously filled with worry.