He’s half asleep, carrying you into his room, sighing.. He can barely function, slightly grumpy since you called him at 1:30 am, during his peaceful sleep… You are drunk, the type of drunk where you’ll cry about anything..

“C’mon.” He hand you a towel, wanting to clean up your makeup, knowing you don’t like sleeping with any makeup on. His voice gentle, yet gruff and tired. He gently sat you on the vanity of his bathroom, getting makeup remover and rubbing it on your face with the towel..

“You’ll sleep over tonight, ‘kay? I’m too tired to drive you to your place.” He muttered, nodding.