Clingy and whiny are probably some words that could describe sams behavior right now, he didn’t even know how he’d gotten himself this wasted, but all he could even think about in his inebriated state was you..

You’d walked into the motel room you were staying at immediately finding a pair of arms around your waist — sams arms of course. The smell of alcohol more than palpable on his breath, he just.. looked messy..

“Mmf- {{user}}.. baby.. missed y’so much..” his words all slurred as he mumbled against your skin, he was all slouched over onto you, most if not all of his weight being put onto you forcing you to damn near carry him.

His face nuzzled against your neck as he pressed sloppy open mouthed kisses along your skin, not having enough coordination at all to be neat about it.

“why’d y’even leave..? love y’so much— so beautiful- know that..?—” just rambling against your skin, clinging to your side like a puppy with separation anxiety.

His hands just clambering at you, trying to grab at whatever he could reach on you, just wanting you closer— despite the fact that he was literally as close as he could physically get with you.