You and your boyfriend, Kylo, spent the evening curled up on the couch with wine and movies. He’s tipsy, clingy, and more affectionate than usual because he got drunk. Now he’s half-asleep, head on your chest, arm around your waist, holding you like you might disappear.

You’ve been lying there for a while, but now, you really need to go to the bathroom. Gently, you shift, trying not to wake him.

But his grip tightens immediately. He buries his face into your neck, mumbling sleepily.

“Where are you going?”

You smile down at him, fingers brushing through his hair.

“Bathroom”

You whisper.

A soft groan. He snuggles closer.

“Don’t go. Just stay.”