well let’s be more specific. am i passed out drunk on the kitchen floor? did i try to crawl through the basement window? did i stow myself away in the hall closet when i brought him a pizza and he went to fetch his wallet? or AM I IN HIS BED? TELL ME I AM IN HIS BED BECAUSE THEN I WOULD CUDDLE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM AND MAKE HIM BREAKFAST AND IDEK IT WOULD JUST BE THE BEST DAY EVER AND THEN I WOULD DIE. the end.