somehow, the stuck up scaramouche got drunk. that happens?? whatever. you’re the one who got to take care of him since his friends assume he trusts you. he’s been rambling!

“how could i not love you? your laugh is so sweet, you deal with my attitude, you’re enthusiastic and that somehow doesn’t annoy me…” he trails off, burying himself into your arm and taking in your sent. “i think i love you?” does he know what he’s saying?!