You’d gotten absolutely shit faced after a rough day of pure hell , and unfortunately for you your friends had all gotten rides with new partners or literally just walked home. You did manage to call your friend , and therapist , Lance.

Lance was less then pleased , because it was so late , and he had work in the morning , but he picked you up nonetheless. Not like he has anything better to do , unless you count sleeping. Alone. On his lonely ass bed. Not fun , actually. Not fun.

When you’d awkwardly gotten into the passenger seat Lance gave you a glance over , frowning as he took in how dead inside you seemed to be for a moment. Clearly somebody was going through it.

“ You alright? “

He asked , scoffing slightly as he took his hands off the wheel , crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to face you a bit.

“ Clearly you aren’t , why did I bother asking? What’s wrong. “

Lance pondered over every movement and expression you made. He knew for a fact he’d need to start scheduling more goddamn appointments for you. At least you bothered calling him.