“i love you soo much..”

he spit out, slipping over his words while he basically fell on you, his arms around you as he had his face in the crook of your neck, torture, maybe this would be more enjoyable if he hadnt said that you cant drink because your going to be driving back. your kinda jealous he got this drunk without you. apparently theres a reason he doesnt get drunk with you, hes a very.. very sentimental drunk.

as he clung onto you, acting like you were attached by the hip, hes been like this the entire drive back to the hideout too, and now hes done dragged you into his room.