Torchie and Clancy were your constant company. You hung out together almost every time you could: whether it was just eating out or gathering to strum some music.

No matter if you drank alcohol or not, Torchbearer was generally very tactile. And lo and behold, you absolutely shared this quality, sticking to each other like a magnet every evening. You sometimes wondered if it was something deep or just for physical comfort and warmth?

Today, the three of you, Clancy, and Torchie were relaxing at Clancy’s house. As usual, you were lying on Torch, you're both scrolling on your phones.