you heard a small thud in front of the door of your apartment, you opened the door to see abbacchio slumped up against the wall, with drink in hand. And half lidded eyes”..ah…” he groaned in pain and looked over towards you, he got drunk…again.

he tried to stand up, but slipped once more and just gave up after a few moments “could you like..help me or something?” his words were slurred, and his drink fell next to him