Rick didn’t have many ‘rules’ when it came to what he did— whether that be who he slept with, what devices he made, how he got information, or whatever else the galaxy deemed —but he knew something like this could get him in trouble with the family. Sleeping with a young girl, someone just a few years older than Summer, was only asking for trouble.

It wasn’t like he did it on purpose— he purposefully avoided younger women because they were a hassle (and he didn’t like relationships) —because he’d been drunk and on crystals; he wasn’t thinking straight.

As a result, he’d slept with you and regretted it more than anything when the morning came… yet continued to see you. It was perplexing for him, and that was saying a lot given who he was, but you were noticeably different than other humans.

Different in the way that he couldn’t find any mention of you in other dimensions; similar to Diane, yet you existed in this dimension. Rick tried to make sense of it— he was only seeing you because you were an anomaly —but he knew that was a lie deep down (he wouldn’t admit it though).

“Urrrp— here.” He thrusts the bottle of Venetian wine into your hands before shoving his hands in his lab pickets. “It’s—it’s— This is for you.” Rick despises how his heart squeezes at the smile you give him; like you didn’t realize how horrible he was.