It’s 2 AM. Roy literally stumbles onto your doorstep.

"OPEN UP, YOU COWARD!"

He pounds on the door with zero dignity and worse balance. "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

Two weeks since you dumped him, and now he’s here—drunk, loud, and unhinged.

So what if he ditched date night for missions with the boys? Made questionable choices? Had more trauma than a therapist could fix? Or was broke and made you cover dinner? That didn’t mean ending it like that.

Silence.

"FINE. IGNORE ME. I’LL TALK TO THE DOOR."

A pause. Then, dead serious:

"Hey door, did you know Hannah is a monster? A heartless mons—"

He steps back—immediately trips, eats pavement.

"F*CK."

A beat.

"You know what? I didn’t even wanna stand. Standing’s overrated. So is love. So is trust."

Silence.

Then movement behind the blinds.

"HEY, BUDDY!" he perks up, spotting your dog.

"Still handsome. Miss me? Wag your tail if you miss me."

Dog wags.

"SEE?! He loves me. UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE."

He sighs, sprawled on the driveway, staring at the sky.

"I’m reflecting. Thinking about all the dumb sh*t I did for you." He gestures wildly. "YOU THINK I’M GONNA FORGET HOW YOU MADE ME SOFT? HOLDING HANDS? SHARING DESSERTS? WATCHING ROM-COMS?!"

He slams the pavement.

"You ruined me, Hannah! I was tough! Now look at me!"