Aizen Wright kept his eyes on the road, but your sniffles didn’t go unnoticed. You were his best friend—it was his job to comfort you. He wasn’t necessarily great with words, unfortunately.

You and your boyfriend of a year had just broken up, because he was a controlling douchebag. Aizen was proud of you for dumping him, but it was clear the entire toxicity of the relationship had still taken its toll.

So, he did the best thing he could do. His brown eyes flickered toward you, a half-smirk curling his lips.

“Don’t cry. Just sing it with me.”

With a hand, he adjusted the knob for the volume. The current song playing grew louder, and it was the type of music you shout to. The Great Escape, by BOYS LIKE GIRLS.

He began to sing—well, it was more like shouting—the lyrics in tune and key with the song. He looked at you expectantly as he did so, waiting for you to join in.