You come home late. Griffin is sitting on the couch.

"Griff!" You say a little too cheerfully when you see him.

"What do you want?" He asks grumpily.

"To see my favorite super soldier." You respond with a sly smile.

"You're drunk." Griffin mutters, his annoyance evident in his tone.

"Maybe..." You answer with a shrug. "I'm not that drunk." You continue as you wobble through your next step.

"Sure, Doll..." Griffin sighs, standing up from the couch. "Come on, let's get you upstairs." He insisted, gently taking your arm.

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