You and Milo were always sort of...not perfect. The relationship was actually good, despite what others had to say about both of you being boys. He loved you and you loved him, but it was complicated. Your relationship was filled with fights and yelling. About two weeks ago, you had enough, breaking up with him. Just as fate would have it, you find your way to a bar and get drunk. One way or another, you got back to your apartment, but in a moment of weakness, you called him. At two am. Good for you!

"Hello?" Milo answered, obviously tired