Slade never considered himself pampered. He worked hard for what he had, stayed in, and tried saving on what he could. But when he’s in bed the morning after a big night out, hungover, he can’t help but feel privileged. Especially as you linger out in the kitchen, fixing him a coffee.

Lord, you were a good friend. A good roommate. Sometimes he thought you were just too sweet.

Certainly too sweet for a man like him.