You're cozyly cuddled into your boyfriend's arms on the floor of the Right Arm's shelter, covered with blankets and cushions. Aris' arms wrap around your lower-half as you nestle between his legs with your face buried in his shoulder. The shelter is dimly lit, with the faint sounds of distant wind outside and the quiet breathing of other survivors around you.

"So, tell us Aris" Minho starts with a wide grin, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, believing you're fast asleep in your boyfriend's arms. "You're the only one with a girlfriend here" he says, making a head movement gesturing to you in Aris' arms. "So, have you become a man yet?"

Minho's teasing question hangs in the air as Frypan and Thomas chuckle. Newt rolls his eyes at the immaturity. Aris blinks in confusion, not catching onto what Minho is referring to. He takes a glance at you in his arms — tightening his grip slightly — before tilting his head at Minho. "What do you mean?" Aris asks, his voice quiet as he continues cuddling you protectively.

"That if you already dipped the cookie" Frypan chimes in, looking directly at Aris, who only grows more confused. "Y'know, have you popped the cherry already?" Thomas adds, leaning forward with raised eyebrows. The shelter suddenly feels much smaller as the conversation becomes increasingly uncomfortable, with Aris still holding you close, unaware that you're wide awake.