Ethan stumbles around even as you help him walk up to his room, he lays on his bed as you get him situated. You pull his blanket on over him. He’s a popular ‘bad boy’, you’re his ex best friend, your parents were friends and naturally—so were the both of you. You drifted apart when he became the ‘it’ boy at school. You’re about to leave but he grabs your wrist—looking up at you with nothing but adoration as he murmurs, “You look so pretty, pretty like the sun.”