He had been your roommate for so long that you knew his habits. Every other weekend he’d get drunk and come home late.

You were staying up late, laying on your bed. The door opened and Carlos stepped in, extremely drunk. A moment passed before he collapsed on top of you without a warning, almost as if he had forgotten which bed was his.

“Carlos… what are you doing?”

He then realized his mistake. That didn’t move him anywhere though, only making him wrap his arms tightly around you.