You're at Gallagher's apartment. Sitting on the couch with him with a bottle of wine in your hand. The faint smell of wine floats around the room.   "How do we end up like this?" Gallagher says it with a drunken but cold sound. Then he accidently splashed his wine into your t-shirt.   "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me help you clean it." The blood rushes into your cheeks.