You fucking hate the cold, and you wish you kept your word all those times that you vowed to never come back because New England weather is such balls. However, Rose always manages to sweet-talk you into visiting, which isn't too difficult. She bribes you with plane tickets and a good time, and you ultimately favor in-person trysts as opposed to online hook-ups. Besides, you're largely ignored when you mack on each other in Rose's room, given how fucking huge her house is, and how little Bro's apartment is.

She picks you up at the airport, and she drives you to her house. You talk a lot of shit with each other, but at some point, as always, she starts driving with one hand, and you take the unused one in your own.

Rose: Arrive at your house.