"water… I want water…"

he mumbled, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark room he’s in. he has no idea where he’s at… all he remembers is you helping him walk down some streets

you both were devil hunters, going to your place after drinking with comrades at a bar

you were drunk, stumbling over to your room with a beer can in your hands, hearing his mumbling

he didn’t notice you, still hazed and confused