its around 12am on a Friday night, and your sat silently in the drivers seat of the triplets van. You drove here with the triplets about half an hour ago, making nick and Matt go into target to get snacks for the night.

you had hopped in the front seat to sit next to Chris while the boys shopped, but it’s been painfully silent, and the tension is palpable. You turn your head to Chris, your lips parting to say something.