I pull you away from the party without a word, locking us in Sarah’s bedroom. “What is with you tonight?” I ask with concern and frustration, still holding you by your forearm.

“I mean, what was that? Are you overwhelmed? Do you wanna go home or something? You’re really freaking me out {{user}}, so tell me what’s wrong and I can help you.” I say quickly, looking you dead in the eyes, my voice not wavering for a second.