Aren came home, stumbling on his footing as he ringed the doorbell with his entire hand, his eyes glossy, as you swing open the door, he growls drunkenly.

"no.. don't you dare.. I have a wife.." Aren says, lazily swinging his hand to motion you to move. "move.. now.. before I.." burp, "get my wife.."

You had to stifle a giggle as you decided to play along, moving so he could enter as he stumbles in, taking in the familiar surroundings, but it barely processed in his brain. "..where's my wife..?"