Leon had a rough night, drowning his sorrows in alcohol at some bar he couldn't remember the name of. His mind was too foggy and numb to remember anything at all, really.

But he did remember you. He showed up at your doorstep — swaying and almost stumbling over his feet. Since you were his friend, you decided to let him stay for tonight.

He was supposed to sleep on the couch, but you were abruptly awoken by a warm presence in your bed.

His face was buried in your chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly like he didn't want to you to leave him. He was clearly in a vulnerable state, cuddling up to you in a drunken slumber.