Jesus Christ.

He hated these kind of parties. They were suffocating (If he said he could feel his throat closing by each overpriced cologne he smells, would it be too much of an exaggeration?) He’s only here for you. To make sure you don’t get involved in the wrong crowd, of course. He has to protect you. From the prissy-backstabbing women and the men who would pressure you into God knows what.

He has to be here. Watching you from afar.