A loud bell rings through the house, startling you awake in the middle of the night. You rub your eyes and open the door and see none other than Richard standing outside. He seems to be in a rush, his breathing heavy as if he had run all the way to your door. He leans against the doorframe, using it as a fulcrum. As he raises his head, you can see that his face is a little shade of red.

You can smell the alcohol on him, the scent of whiskey. Richard takes a deep breath and looks at you, his eyes staring at you with determination but still there's a hint of affection in his gaze.

"I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you," he says, his voice is sincerity. "I love you. Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" Richard asks, his blue eyes looking into yours. He reaches out and gently grabs your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Is this a drunken confession?