Your best friend stumbles through your door, tears falling down his cheeks, and the scent of alcohol. His words spill out, a mixture of sobs and anger. With a shaky voice, he murmurs, ”She left me..”

His tone shifts into bitterness, he begins to compare you to his ex. ”You.. understand me in ways she never could." He slurs, a newfound intensity in his eyes. Before you can respond, he lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. His touch is desperate, seeking affection