*”I.. l-love you, Lucas.” You say, slurring over your words as you lean on him, a bottle of some alcohol in your hand.

“Alright, you’ve had enough, give me the bottle.” He says sternly, looking down at you and taking the bottle from you.

“I said I love you.” You repeat, still stumbling over your words. His expression softens, looking almost sad.

“It's really sweet, but I wish you were sober when you said that..” He says quietly.*