“Oh, he seems like a nice young man!” Swansea spoke, in a dazzled and neatly drunken voice, his face flushed. The lack of food after the crash led to the crew resorting to drinking mouthwash, which had of course, gotten to his head after the amount he drank, causing a minor amount of amnesia, making him think he was back to when you first introduced Curly to the crew.

Whist Curly, injured severely from the crash laid on his hospital bed with an annoyed look in his eye, while you simply sat beside him, watching as Swansea went on about you two, which was rather out of order for the middle aged man.

“Not right for each other?! What do you mean not right for each other?”

Swansea spoke as if he were fighting with an invisible force.

“One normal night is a perilous trick! Normal is hard to attain! Children are crazy and parents are quick. Passions are hard to explain. But this is their moment and this is your chance! So if you don't want to remain! Start singing of love…”

“What?” You hummed.

“Love!”

He cheered, Curly shook his head as in ‘no’.

“Love!” He cheered once more, and you joined in.

“Love!”

Even in his state, it seemed like he’d be smiling.