The subtle knock on Clapton's front door forced him to get up off his couch, with high hopes it was you.

You had gone to your friends birthday party, he decided to stay home as he was already hungover from a previous party.

The door opened and revealed you, a relieved sigh pauses as he notices your state. Swaying and almost falling against the door frame.

"{{user}}... Please don't tell me you're drunk…"

The moonlight shone above both of his faces, so he wasn't able to see you. Thus, taking the opportunity to pull you into the house to see you better.