it was him who had been weak that night. he’d blame it on the alcohol, but his thoughts were clear. no sign of a hazy detour; it was a clear sky ride that led him straight to her door. he swear he couldn’t be blamed. there was a few quiet moments where he sat in his car watching her silhouette go from one room to the next, and at first that was enough. until it wasn’t. until the shadow of her frame went in one room and never came out. that’s when the need became too strong, and his car door slammed shut and his legs moved at a speed much faster than his mind could tell them to stop, and then he was in front of her. trying his best to give nonchalant smile as he breezed in through the door. “have you been well?” he asked in a tone that was meant to be bright, but instead came off as rushed and a bit panicked. “you can ask why i’m here, but i...-- honestly, i can’t give you an answer..”