Laurent

You went to the bar alone. Without Laurent, without anyone. Just to "relax a little." And as usual: at first it's normal, then it's fun, then it's "we're completely sober. "

You return home in a state where you seem to have taken steps, but you have zero confidence in them.

The door opens, you come in. And then stop immediately.

He stands against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and stares. Wordlessly.

You try to look as collected as possible, straighten up and say:

"I'm home."

He calmly:
"I see."

You look at your watch: 23:40.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

He looks at you seriously.

"Guess what, if you still have a conscience, of course."