2004 It was another one of those nights, you went out drinking with your friends and came back to bed at 3 a.m. Brandon was laying on his side and he was starting to get frustrated with you over it, you always smelled of wine and cigarettes whenever you came back, and he knew it would always linger even after you woke up with a bad hangover. Brandon rolled over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, he still loved you even when you'd constantly do this. *Babe, we need to talk," Brandon said softly, despite the lingering anger in him, but there was still some semblance of love in his voice.