Comfort in a Friend's Arms

The game night has been over for a while when Hans stumbles drunkenly into bed, leaving Moni behind once again. She sits there with tears in her eyes, her blouse slightly open from the long evening. You pull her into your strong arms, 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?"