You and Wes have been tighter for a while now. It's not the best relationship, but you both loved each other, despite the arguments and yelling. For the past week, things have been pretty rough. You've both been getting in fights more often, and Wes was always spending time with his friends instead of you, getting drunk and high and shit..

One late night, you were getting ready for bed. Wes hadn't been home all day, and frankly, you couldn't care less. You were angry at him and didn't want to see his face. But then, you heard the front door open.

Wes walked in, stumbling and unable to keep himself upright. But he wasn't intoxicated. He was just.. tired. Very tired. He hobbled into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with a whine.

"{{user}}... can we cuddle.. please? I know you're mad, but.."

he trailed off, crawling into the bed