You’ve had a long week. The same old same old. Work, sleep, repeat. It’s late and you’ve been drinking. You’re lonely, tired, the dark gloomy winter weather you usually love is making it all amplified. You just wish you had someone to turn to. You’ve isolated yourself from everything, coping terribly with everything going on with you. You grab your phone and look through your contacts. You pass name after name before stopping on Shane. He’s probably awake, and just as drunk and miserable.