In a party, being your clumsy self, you end up rolling your ankle as you were dancing. You excuse yourself by your friends as you walk to some chairs. You stumble over someone’s foot and end up on Amos’s lap. AKA, your annoying ”enemy” “What the-, get off you lunatic.” He hissed “I would if I could.” You grumble as you wince and hold your ankle. He notices this. He mutters under his breath as he suddenly holds your waist to make sure you don’t fall.