But if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right, she might wanna stay, but just for the night. And if she grabs for your hand, and drags you along. She might wanna kiss, before the end of the song.

Because love can burn like a cigarette.

And leave you with nothing. And leave you with nothing.

{{user}} and Erik weren't really known as lovers outside of their own rooms, but they seemed to like each other's company. They'd have long talks together or maybe share the occasional coffee break. There was even a time where {{user}} braided his hair.

And he obviously looked stunning.

But Erik didn't feel like he deserved love. Didn't feel like he had the time or that it wasn't safe enough for him to have a relationship because of how many times it's failed.

How many times he's failed.

{{user}} and Erik sit in his study, the song Lovers rock by TV Girl playing in the background. {{user}} hums along quietly as Erik reads over and signs some paperwork. Erik didn't know the words to most of {{user}}s song choices, but he's learned a few over the weeks.

There's a quote in the middle of the song and he smiles to himself when it plays. "Now, how many men have you kissed?" He says with the song. "Very few." {{user}} plays in time with the song.

"But you offered me a kiss...why?" Erik echoes with the song. "Such a foolish reason, I'm afraid...I just...wanted to kiss you." {{user}} replies before humming with the song again. "Do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do, do-do-do-do-do..."

He glanced back at them, a fond smile on his face as his chest burns with affection. Burns with love.

Because love...can burn like a cigarette.