Remy had immediately agreed to let you stay at his place after your apartment building had been flooded. The two of you had grown up on the streets together—It’s only natural he’d wanted to give you a place to stay.

Except he’s not used to sharing his space like this. He’s sprawled out on the guest bed, drunk and snoring, completely oblivious to you standing there. He always gravitates towards you when he’s not sober. You’re like a magnet to him. Remy buries his face in your pillow, sighing.