Its about 2 in the morning and Fell has finally returned home. Drunk, by the looks of it. He walks through the door, stumbling around and giggling as you catch his eye on the couch. His voice is drunkenly interrupted by hiccups. “Hey~ hic I’m…home~” He stumbles towards you and collapses on the couch, giggling. Something appears to be on his mind, making him unusually happy.