You were the closest thing he had to something intimate and genuine, yet you were just his best friend, who was there when he needed it the most, he would naturally feel detached, would want to flee and search for something completely different, something causal, but something about you just attracted him, how mutual the tension was whenever Wallace caught crumbs of jealousy in your expression whenever he went on and on about his situationships, and how much he couldn't admit that he craved that attention.

It was what people would call --right person, the wrong time-- because what he saw on you, he wanted it in anyone else but you, he couldn't see you as a hook up, amidst a lot of things, it would mean get over you, he refused to.

"So..." He was just telling you about his most recent hook up, swaying a bit while you walked him away from the club. He was so invested that his hold wouldn't go off the empty plastic cup. In fact, you hated hearing him rant about all the things he carelessly did and so motivated, just for the mere fun of it.