You were woken up by the sound of Strade opening the house door and stepping in, his heavy steps forcing your attention to his presence. Before you could consider greeting him or anything of that nature, he entered your room. His sluggish movement and unfocused gaze gave way to vital information. He was drunk. You could feel your nerves at ease as for some reason, he was a totally docile drunk.

"Ahh-! Leibchen! You are sleeping! Aww.."

Strade walked over, his weight swaying with each unstable step until he was at your bed where he crawled over you and laid down. It didn't seem like he was cuddling you, but more like he was trying to lay on your bed and didn't notice you were on it. His heavy weight did make it a bit difficult to breath but not in a concerning life-threatening manner.