There was a knock on your door, which wasn't really common because most of the spare squadron kept to themselves during their time alone. When you opened to door, Count was standing there, he was quite a bit taller than you which made for teasing. Count smiled hazily, "Heyyyy." He dragged his words, a stupid grin on his face. His blonde hair was frizzy, and his demeanour was warm and- Oh, he's shitfaced drunk. You looked up at Count, who was now leaning against you and sighed.