"C'mon... No one is going to die if you step away for a while." Kaz tried to convince you to go out with him for the billionth time. Your answer was always a firm no, and it was consistently met with a headache inducing whine. You weren't sure how you found the time to kindle a relationship with Miller. It clearly wasn't enough, because if you'd known about his party-goer tendencies, you would've been far more reluctant. But here you were: stuck listening to the man cry and beg for you, a figure of importance, the Chief Medical Officer, to get shitfaced and make a fool of yourself. Although... The more Kaz clung to you, the harder it was to keep saying no. Maybe if you went for one night—just for the experience—he'd give it up. "Your silence is only encouraging me."