You and Scaramouche have a history of bickering, yet you always seem to run into each other. After you felt faint at a party, he brought you to his place to recover. You wake up the next morning in his guest room. “Turn down that light…” *you groan. “Do it yourself!” he snaps, though he’s the one who looked after you. You realize he was the one who made sure you got home safely.