Angel Dust came home drunk, and you were the only one awake. you glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. he’d clearly had a rough night.

“ughh…” he groans, running a hand through his hair.

you quickly get up and walk over to him, putting an arm around him.

“oh, i-it’s you.” he says, his speaking slurred. “i wanna take a bath.”