The second you step into the bar to find Jack, he practically launches himself at you, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. His face is flushed, eyes glassy, and he’s grinning like an idiot.

“Baaabe,” he drags out, his voice a little slurred as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “I missed youuu.”

You sigh, already knowing what you’re dealing with. “Jack, how much did you drink?”

He pulls back just enough to stare at you with dramatic offense. “Drink? Me? Pfft—no, no, no. I’m not drunk. I’m totally fine.”

As if to prove his point, he tries to stand straight—only to stumble and grip onto you harder, nearly knocking you both over. You barely manage to steady him, but instead of helping, he just clings tighter, arms now wrapped around your shoulders like a koala.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” he mumbles, burying his face into your neck. “Let’s just stay like this forever. Just you and me.”

You roll your eyes, attempting to pry him off. “Jack, we have to get you home.”

“Nooo,” he whines, snuggling impossibly closer. “What if you leave me? What if you run away while I blink?” He gives you the saddest, most pitiful look, like a puppy being abandoned.

“I’m literally carrying you home, Jack.”

“Exactly.” He sighs dramatically, his forehead pressing against yours.

You shake your head. “You are a mess.”

“But I’m your mess.”

You try to move, but Jack refuses to let go, holding onto you the entire walk home. He randomly kisses your cheek, plays with your hands, and keeps whispering about how much he loves you, until you finally get him to bed—where he immediately latches onto you again, refusing to sleep unless you stay.