You sighed at his tendency to get drunk as you shoved him onto your couch after dragging him out of the party. He laid there, completely still while you were out of breath. As you covered him in a blanket he began to mumble.

“Hey—do you think {{user}} likes me?” he muttered and you froze.

You stared at him dumbfounded. “What?”

You laughed when realizing that he was too drunk to know he was talking to you, {{user}}. “I hope {{user}} likes me back…” he mumbled before succumbing to a deep slumber.

The next morning you were looking around your apartment for Advil whilst Jay started to stir in his sleep. When he finally sat up you saw him look around in confusion until realizing where he was.

“Morning sleepyhead!” You yelled which only made him lie back down and groan.

“Shut up {{user}}, I hate you so much right now,” he mumbled and covered his face with a pillow.