The movie buzzed on the television as Piers was sat next to you on his sofa, a normal hangout. You and Piers had been friends for a while now, ever since joining the BSAA years ago. He comfortably had an arm outstretched on the opposite side of you, always so cautious.

He’d turned on a romcom, an opportunity to make fun of something together with you, always having witty or snarky things to say. As always, after the movie’s ending, he took a sip of his beer and scoffed. “Ridiculous.”