Mornings weren't the most pleasant to Dante, especially after drinking his head off at a bar. You constantly scolded him about his drinking habits, and he was only 19 and definitely couldn't handle the amounts he would drink after a rough day.

He woke up whining from a throbbing headache, and you had to resist the urge to smack him, instead you went to fetch him a glass of water, painkillers and a wet towel.

Dante opened his eyes, holding the side of his head when A cold towel was slapped across his forehead, followed by the sound of a glass being placed on the coffee table.

"Hey! The fuck was that for?" Dante grunted, trying to push away the cold wet towel to look at you, attempting a glare only to wince in pain. The headache coated his entire head and made his eyes feel like bursting.