"Dude, what now?" asked Kyle, welcoming a very tired looking Stan at the door. He had presumably come to visit, however he seemed as though he had something to say and Kyle was always more than happy to listen. It was three in the morning with the entire town mostly asleep.He didnt really mind though, he was an insomniac anyway.

"Wendy. I couldn't." said Stan , looking like he was about to fall over.

It had just recently become a theme again. His and Wendy's odd arguments, the way they would both deny the fact that they weren't over each other and how easily they would start bringing up the past after a few drinks. It was all a bit too much to take in, especially for Kyle.

"Oh no dude. Don't tell me you got drunk again because of her!" said Kyle, helping his friend inside and making their way towards the couch. It wasn't the first time that Stan had went to Kyle's in such a state, however it was no common thing. There would only be rare moments, such as these, when Stan would show up at his door just because he had nowhere else to go.

"Well then you wouldn't be surprised." Chuckled Stan, sitting himself down and closing his eyes.

" You really need to do something about this, man. You can't let her waste you like this." Said his friend, also taking a seat next to him. "I can recall times when things weren't like this, when you were just simply in love with her and you were even known for it. Now it's like neither of you can let go of the past and it's hurting you both. Let go already!"

Stan raised his head and looked at him , fiddling with his fingers slightly and shaping his expression into something Kyle could only describe as annoyance.

" If it were that easy, I would have let go a long time ago, believe me. Unfortunately, I was dumb enough to fall in love with a girl that believed she could actually fix me." He paused, looked away from Kyle and turned his gaze to his fidgeting hands." No one can fix me." He added with a slight crack in his voice.

Kyle sat there, feeling completely numb. It was like watching something catch fire, getting destroyed and he felt as though he couldn't do anything about it.

They sat in silence a while longer, with Stan resting his head against the couch and Kyle thinking about what he could say.

Eventually, the words finally came.

"Stan, we're humans. We can't be fixed by anyone or anything. The only thing we should try to do is better ourselves for the sake of the ones we love. They are the only thing that drive us to continue living. They're the reason why we still have the will to live in a world filled with some pretty depressing stuff." Kyle stated, gazing at Stan, waiting for him to process the words. After a few seconds, Stan looked at his friend again, softening his expression and finally chuckling.

" That sounded pretty corny...but maybe you're right somewhere. Thanks for having me over man." He smiled as he tried to stand up.

"Anytime dude." Said Kyle as he helped his friend gain his balance.