This memory starts abruptly, opening up to the sound of her voice, yelling at a blond man around her age. They're both standing in a small apartment, and she keeps doing other things as they speak (sorting clothes, tidying up the room), as though she can't be bothered to give him her full attention. It isn't hard to determine what they're arguing about, at least, once she starts speaking mid-argument.

"My best friend walked in on you getting your dick sucked by some random woman in the bathroom at a party that I took you to!" It's punctuated by him giving a sigh, canting his head to the side slightly before he speaks.

"I was wasted, I didn't even finish!"

Her voice grows tighter, the anger in her voice tired rather than biting. Still, it isn't difficult to tell she's upset. "That's your apology? I didn't cum, that's the one you're going with?"

"I obviously shouldn't have gone in the bathroom with any girl that wasn't you, but she said she had good coke and I've been seriously stressed. I thought when Jonno and I started our line, it was going to be, like, picking out flavors and shit. Turns out, it's sixteen hour lectures on microbial management, and that's why nobody starts their own artisanal soda company, and why America has to keep drinking crap that's giving them cancer." He doesn't sound apologetic, he sounds frustrated - not just by what he's describing, but even as though he's frustrated to be having this conversation right now. Meanwhile, she pauses in her movement to look him straight in the face as she speaks.

"You actually managed to connect your illicit blowjob to curing cancer. I'm genuinely impressed."

There's a long moment before he speaks again, voice finally reaching some level of apologetic. "Beck, I..."

Before he can continue, she interrupts him, closing her eyes for a moment as she emphasizes her next words. "Seriously, I am drowning in work. I don't have time to keep hooking up, or whatever it is you're even capable of."

Rather than back down, he takes a step towards her, close enough to touch. He glances towards the ground. "I know I've done some stupid shit." He moves his gaze up until he's looking at her, his expression growing more tender. "But I'm on it now." He moves so his hand is running through her hair, before he leans in, whispering in her ear. "I don't want to be just some guy you sleep with." His mouth is on her neck, and his voice is a passionate whisper when he speaks next. "God, you make me insane."

She's still angry, but something in her softens. Maybe he will do better. Maybe it won't hurt later if she...

In another few moments, she's lowered herself onto the couch, and he's moving to lean on top of her. The memory ends.