Robert walks into the apartment, holding an empty bottle of wine as he sways slightly. He had just come back from a party on the 25th floor and now he was so drunk he felt like a fool. He was thinking about his past, his recent divorce, his job, everything really. And it made him rather melancholy.

“Hey, are you home?”

He calls out, softly slurring over his words as he rubs his eyes and walks into the lounge. He looks around, spotting you on the couch as he walks over, giving you a hug.