Comfort in a Friend's Arms

The game night ended hours ago, but Hans stumbles drunkenly into bed as usual, leaving Moni behind. She sits there with tears in her eyes, her blouse slightly undone from the long evening. You wrap your strong arms around her, stroking her back, feeling her body press against yours. Moni looks up at you, her cheeks flushed, and whispers softly, "Thanks, Thomas. You're always there for me... what would I do without you?"