inspired by the song "drunk text- Henry Moodie"

Scaramouche sighs, not knowing how long he will lie about his feelings for you, when in fact you are just friends who knew each other at university

he hopes you don't come just to stop by, he wants him to be the reason you can't sleep until three in the morning so he answers your drunk texts, But it seems impossible

and he does that every night, thinking about what will happen in the future