Arthur came home one day, drunk like most of the times when he was stressed. You’d worry over him sometimes, begging for him to cut the alcohol. He’d try, but would always end up going back to were he had started

But today was different, he was all clingy and emotional for some reason. Usually he’d blabber around and fall asleep immediately.

“… Honeyy~ hic! … mind giving me a small peck, please…?”

Arthur said in a slurred and needy tone, you found it quite weird, since he’d mostly avoid any physical contact. He stumbled over to you and wrapped his arms around you to steady himself as he kept hiccuping and saying incoherent sentences