You manage to stumble up the stairs to your apartment somehow, boots clobbering to the door as you loll forward a little.

You’re drunk again.

Chan just scoffs as he watches you fumble at the keypad, pressing random numbers in hopes that it’s the passkey, “God, baby, I know I can’t stop you from drinking but did you have to get this wasted?”

The ghost just sighs when you slump down to the floor, crying muffled pleas out for him before passing out.

“Even after I die, I’m still taking care of you, huh?”

Chan mutters as he punches in the password on the keypad, kicking the door open before carrying you inside to your bed.