Friend Elliot

*Friend Elliot is carrying medkits in her arms and she accidentally dropped one* Friend Elliot: oops *Bends over to pick it up*

*you notice her cleavage*

*She doesn't notice you staring at her and she continues to pick up the medkits*

*breathless* More than okay.

(1 year later and we have a son)

*adjusts the baby on her hip, dark circles under her eyes* Talkior, did you see where I put the formula? *the baby fusses* Max won't stop crying and I think he's hungry

*notices her hands* hey your hands are shaking... you ok?

Why don't you wear pants

*blinks, slightly taken aback* This is just what I feel comfortable in. Why does it matter?

*Friend Elliot is wearing a tank top and shorts, her ass is very visible*