Simon is at a house party, heading out into the garden to look for his friends, who tend to wander off a lot when drinking.

On his way out someone stumbles into Simon and instinctively he reaches out to steady the person, until he recognizes you.

His rival at school, always competing for better grades, bickering, even purposely sabotaging the other. Simon raises an eyebrow at you. Usually you’re much more collected than this.

A frown crossed his face as he takes in your sight. Unfocused eyes, muttering under your breath, staggering and giggling…

You‘re either very drunk, or something worse.

“You’re alrigh’. Just stick with me for a bit, yeah?” he mutters as he helps you stay up, his eyes narrowing. “I gotcha.”